She never realized how good being smacked on her ass could feel. Chancing a sidelong glance at the front of her father’s pants, she could see that h...s bulge was even bigger and harder than before.Seconds later, Martin yanked his daughter’s panties down, pushing them all the way to her ankles. Then he spanked her even harder, so many times she lost count. The sting of her father’s hand was so delicious she actually came just being spanked. When the volley of open hand strikes finally stopped,. "What? Are you crazy?" Vivienne complained."Dude, c'mon," I said, trying to support Vivienne, although I didn't really mind satisfying them."That was the rule. We said, 'whatever the winners choose.' Now, you have to fulfill the penalty," Rick said."What if my mom or my aunts come?" Vivienne asked worryingly."Come on, cuz. Nothing is going to happen," Tom reassured her."Jeez... Okey... If something happens, you guys have to assume all responsibilities," I said while Vivienne gave them an angry. Kissing you passionately, my tongue runs over your lip, wiping the taste of me off your lips and out of your mouth but not your memory. Your hot body is intimately connected to mine, as you lie over me. I unbutton your shirt, and my breasts press against your chest in our close embrace. After some fumbling I manage to get your trousers off, leaving you in your boxers. Expertly slipping them off, I unleash you. Feeling your huge length stretch against my leg, I hesitate about letting you in…you. Otherwise, I would have just flown from Washington to Syracuse. My fiancé, Ray, was more than happy to make the drive so I could be here for your special day." Here's the plan, Dad," began Brandi as she led Marge and me inside her apartment. "We're having my bachelorette party tonight, the rehearsal tomorrow night, and of course the wedding on Saturday. You remember Bill, the tailor at the men's shop in town. He said you must have been measured incorrectly for the tux. The measurements you sent.