"I didn't enlighten her that we were not quite as together as a family as she thought, and she continued chatting on, my stomach rumbling with hunger,...Bill and I used to say you could set your clock by the family's coming and going. You leaving early, the children off to school, and then Ann's brother, or was it cousin, visiting during the day. It's nice to see everyone coming and going again though we haven't seen him since you all got back, but of course Ann's working now."I was puzzled by. Apart from that bulge, that is.But I am now finally capable of wetting myself The RealWay: ‘like a girl’.So I dropped my skirt again. Absolutely no stainwherever, and the thick fabric wouldn’t have showed iteven if I would have sit down on it. My friend had madethe perfect choice. Normally I would have liked to walkaround for a few hours this way, wetting myself once ina while and enjoying the freedom a skirt gives you. Butnow I had a time constraint and I needed to be quick.. An old Monk spanked me over my jeans then,it hurt,he used a strap; just bend over and take it,it's all you can do !" Paul looked at her, "You never told me that you had been spanked ,fuck !" I bet you are always a good boy,until now", Orla laughed. The very thought of Orla receiving a spanking made Paul become slightly erect;Orla noticed and laughing said, "Naughty boy,you are in big trouble if they see your cock hard!".Paul began to take deep breaths.They arrived at a door and Orla rang the. I was starting to feel more comfortable in this small,but energetic body. I was enjoying how flexible it was. I was alsogetting turned on whenever I looked at myself in the mirror. It was adifferent feeling though, with my nipples getting hard and a wetnessbetween my legs. I realized that I better get back to normal soon.The concert was awesome. Tara and I, well, we both acted like 16-year-old girls, screaming, jumping, and dancing and having a great time. Iwas too focused on the concert.