Everyone seemed to have trouble getting out of bed. People kept wandering from the cushion corner to look at something on the wall.Finally, Mary and A...ex settled down to work on the statistics exam. The rest of us went back to sit on the bed."Will, this is wonderful stuff." Seems to have achieved my goal of being exciting, anyway."Anne giggled. "I'll say. Look at you. And you're the artist." Hey, I do it because I enjoy it. Turns me on big time." That's just as obvious from the work as it is. Just please! Let me try it at least!¨ dad begged. Mum was quiet for a while, thinking about it. ¨OK¨ She finally said ¨But you must use a lot of oil and be fucking careful! If I say stop, you will stop. Deal?¨ Dad bend her over the couch and rolled her skirt up when she put her bra off and let her tits swing.I loved this look at my mom. Her bare ass up in air with big saggy tits full naked as well. Dad came to her from behind with baby oil in his hand and put some oil on his cock, lot of oil. If this is thereal you? I don't want you to feel like you have to hide her from me. But I need to ask you a question. And I need a very honest answer.Are you doing this because you like to wear girls clothes? Or are youdoing this because you feel you are a girl? I had to think about thatone. At first I didn't understand the difference. But then a lightcame on, I told her I thought I was a girl and I just waned to feelnormal for once. I told her I hated being a boy and that somehow it wasa. I said I wanted to try it ALL.However, due to my European background the thought of being spanked did not appeal to me because it would remind me of an unhappy c***dhood. On the day leading up to the night, messages of excited anticipation, pictures of what he wanted to do to me, safe words were introduced and instructions for the night peppered my phone throughout the day until the last hour before I would arrive. He was going to devour me. I smiled. The fierceness of this statement sent wild.