His mind however made him lonely. He felt there was no one he could talk to. He liked asking questions about how things worked. Why do trees grow? Who...created them? Questions people wouldn't or couldn't answer. It alienated him from his peers and his family. They mostly thought of him as white trash, a goody two shoes, or fat and lazy. He wasn't fat and he was stronger than most full-grown men. At the age of thirteen, he could carry an anvil over a hundred yards without stopping. He would. I don’t remember what I had done wrong but I do remember my father’s speech before he spanked me. He said, ‘Hazel, you have put yourself into way too much danger. If this is not stopped then I fear that you will be lost to us so for your safety and because I love you, I am going to have to give you a spanking.’ I want you to know that I had never fantasized about spankings or anything like that and that this was a definite punishment spanking. After it was over, my dad just sat on the side of. He suddenly and stood up and searched in the drawer for a real shear pair of panties. He knelt back down and wrapped the new panties over the head of my cock and then inserted it back into his mouth. The feeling of the fabric and his hot wet tongue was exhilarating.I was rock hard and close to cumming. I stopped his head bobbing and suggested that we get on the bed. I had enjoyed our earlier 69 and asked if he wanted to try it again, maybe with him on top this time. His eyes lit up and he. His cock was bulging out of his pants as I reached down to stroke his firm, hard cock. We exited the elevator and went to our room. My husband opened the door to the room and allowed me to go in first. As I entered, to my surprise, the man of my fantasy was there, lying on the bed with nothing more than a towel around his waist. He then got up from the bed, reached for my hand and kissed it. I was so turned on, my pussy became dripping wet as my eyes immediately focused on his bulging cock.