"Catherine, this is my mother, Claire, and my father, Gerry ... or Gerard to be correct," I smiled."How wonderful to meet you, Catherine," my mother g...shed. I had been praising her to the skies, so I wasn't surprised that my mother gave her a warm greeting."I hope you can give me some pointers on my game, Catherine," Dad said, also smiling broadly. I've set up a game for the four of us tomorrow. I hope you brought your clubs." You don't think we'd come all the way to Phoenix in November without. He must have got what I was talking about, but still he acted vague and said, “What are you talking about?” “You know from the past few days I’m not getting good sleep,” I said. “You come to my room, finger my tight nice pussy, but then leave me unsatisfied,” I said, as I again tried to touch his cock through his shorts. “I don’t… I don’t know what you are talking about,” my step-dad again tried to act innocent. “Shut up, you bastard, every night, every night you come to my room,” I said,. "Good..but.." she muttered."What?" I asked. She comes closer to me and grabs my crotch. "I want you". she exclaimed. She began kissing me and pressing close against me. I tried to push her off of me my true feelings were coming out and I knew there was no leaving. I lifted her up and took her up to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. I locked the door this time and mounted Melissa. I looked deep into her eyes and began kissing her. She flipped me over and undid her bating suit top and it had. It seemed to me that the skirt was getting in the way of an effective strike. Meanwhile, Miss Jenkins was making sure that the two lads stood at attention in stark witness of this punishment.“Jenny” I said, after a few smacks on the ass, “This is not having the desired disciplinary effect, and I am either going to have to ask you to remove your skirt, or I am going to have to use something harder on you, like a riding crop, a cane or my belt. Which would you prefer?” At this point, Jenny.