How many strikes do you think you deserve?"Jessica was a little shocked and surprised that her mom would ask her how many strikes she deserved.Taking ... minute to think about it Jessica took a deep breath and said, "I think thirty-six strikes would suffice, two for every year I've been alive."Amy could not believe that her daughter would request such a high number of strokes but was proud of her for doing so. She nodded and began striking the strap down on her daughter's upturned bottom and. At least Syva’s father had money… and plenty of it. Combining his natural talent for understanding complex information with the many enhanced abilities made possible by having a dataport installed, her father had been able to work his way up through the ranks of theoretical engineers to become one of the most sought-after professionals on Earth. Now, at 12:01AM, she counted down the minutes – even the seconds – until she turned 18, even as she was partying with friends. She only wished that. I then drove the rest of the way to the party in silence.When we got there we went our separate ways as I greeted all my guests. Unfortunately we couldn’t avoid each other all night because we were already put into the same group for bowling along with her brother (a good friend of mine) and her best friend. They quickly realized that we weren’t talking to each other and I swear that her and her friend were plotting against me. That suspicion was all but confirmed when every time my. My brain had left my mouth completely unsupervised, and I’d been saying whatever popped in my head! Shit, shit, shit!I shut up, and just enjoyed the sensations, trying to not make anything worse by talking. I reached my own climax. I may have cried out something when I did. It may have been “Mommy!” Or maybe that was just in my head. I hoped so. Both breasts were empty now, so I detached Kristy from my nipple, saying that I loved her, and I was glad I was her mommy, that she was a wonderful.