Ami bollam ki holo kakima bollen na je apni ki katha chinta koren. Kakima niswas fele bollo tora aar ki bujhbi amar kasto. Toder bole ki hobe bolei ut...e porlo bollo tora galpo kar ami aschi bolei ghor theke beriye gelo. Amra bola boli korlam aunty khub garam hoye geche cholto dekhi ki korche giye. Ghar theke ber hoye khujte khujte suni pelam ranna ghor theke ekta chapa awaz asche, janala diye dekhi kakimar nighty buker theke khula ekta mai ber hoye ache, panty ta hatu porjonto namano, kakima ek. With her left, she spanked me – and hard.‘Please mommy, no…’ I sobbed, tears streaming down my cheeks, my face in her panties. But although I felt utterly humiliated, I was very aroused too. Each slap on my ass hurt, but equally, I was very aroused by her furiously and roughly wanking me as I sniffed her panties.It wasn’t long before my cum spurted out onto her hand. I couldn’t bear to look at her as she stood up and hid my face in her panties. She pulled them away and I looked down guiltily. It would be the four of them, and Phoebe could see the house. All agree it would be a great idea. Phoebe goes to talk with the other bartender and is soon back without her apron, ready to go. She had been working all afternoon, but Phoebe has a way of always looking exactly right.The four go to the car, and Les drives with Phoebe in the front seat, Abbie and Tim in the back make the short trip home. There once more, the car is unpacked, not anywhere as full as the last couple of days, and. I almost panic thinking that whoever was driving would realize that I was a boy and not the girl that I was dressed to be. But in the long run, I needn't have worried because not only did the car go by, but I received a long wolf whistle for my efforts.I walked for a little while longer and saw that my rambling had taken me to the local park. I liked to come down here every now and then to play because it was wooded and that let my pretend that I was a girl out picking flowers and such. I head.