My parents were divorced and it was just me and my dad at the house now since mom had moved out.I had friends over occasionally and we would usually j...st hang out around the pool and drink beer!One afternoon, it was hot as hell outside and I had a friend over. His name was Allen and I had known him my entire time at high school. We were drinking lots of beer and getting pretty buzzed too and as the day wore on, we decided to get naked and catch some sun. We stripped down (I had seen him many. Let's get started!' said Maria 'Initially we thought aboutsome sort of corporal punishment to add to your conventional punishment.You know what I mean about corporal punishment? Of course you do!Spankings and canings...that sort of thing. But then we both realisedthat we didn't know much about that sort of thing and that we wouldprobably have to do some sort or research, possibly via the internet,before we understood it enough for it to become effective. Andalso...that sort of thing all sounds. This time I slipped my tongue into her mouth and we french-kissed. With a little instruction, she became quite good at french-kissing and realized it aroused her. I undid her bra and slid it off her beautiful 16-year-old body. Again the sight of her dark tan in relation to the soft white mounds of flesh was extremely exciting. Her dark nipples were begging to be sucked as I went down on her left nipple. She was really getting into the sensations as I alternated between nipples when I slid my. A sight to behold and a vision to see, not yet ready to give her the next hypnotic suggestion, he just wanted to admire her standing there in her bra and panties. In the way that most people don’t look good naked, she looked phenomenal in her bra and panties. In the way that some coma patients have memories of people visiting them while they’re in a coma, he wondered if Donna would have any memory of him asking her to strip off her clothes. He wondered if she’d remember posing for him in her.