When she got up she bent over to get her blanket I thought I would fall out the window. As soon as she went in I made 10 prints of my photos. I woul... cum or spit on each one and take another photo of that print. I started my Morgan Albums. The original print with the dried cum in one and the photo of the print. I started to watch for Morgan coming home and leaving to get more photos for my growing album. Dave gave me a call, they would be away for few days, could I bring in the paper,. One time when I was about eleven years old I had aggravated him so badly that he threatened to take me "over his knee for an old fashion bare bottom spanking."I laughed at him saying. "You wouldn't dare!"But he did dare. He pulled me onto his lap, pulling down my pajama bottoms, slapping my ass once hard. "I don't dare, do I?" He laughed as he pulled my little white panties down to my knees exposing my bare behind." I don't remember how many times he spanked my bottom but I do remember that it. I hope he doesn't want to see my dick, I thought to myself. I am so tiny compared to him.His limpid eyes shone as he answered, "What would you like? Would you like me to touch you? Would you like to sit down?" Y. . . y. . . yes, er, ah no. Um, that is. Y. . . yes I'd like you to touch me. uh. . . No don't. I don't want you to see me. I mean see my. . ."Something wrong with your penis that you don't want me to see?"And now I really was blushing from the roots of my hair all the way to my toes.. I grabbed at her free hand as she kept rubbing me, her fingers sliding easily over my lubricated lips. She watched my face intently as she eased one finger inside me. I felt as if my entire body was opening to envelop her finger. Our eyes stayed locked, a hunger passing between us I'd never experienced before."Where did you...learn this?" I asked, breathless. It was hard to speak with her finger pushing in and out of me like that."My bestie Brenna and I used to do it when she slept over. But,.