"She had the same ginger hair like her daughter but green eyes. Every year I waited for her to come and she never disappointed me"."You loved her", Ja...es remarked. It was a statement, not a question."Everybody did", Mitch replied diplomatically and took a sip of his ouzo. "She was a remarkable woman. It's a pity that her son turned out to be just like his father"."Nobody is like that creep. Even Nick is far better than him". James damned himself silently for letting that slip.Mitch looked. I DIDN'T HAVE A CHANCE FOR ANY OF THAT TO EVEN REGISTER, BECAUSE SHE GRABBED THE SIDE OF MY TRUNKS AND IN A FLASH, SHE YANKED THEM DOWN TO MY ANKLES WITH HER SPARE HAND, AND SHOVED ME FORWARD OVER THE ARM OF THE COUCH, “STILL HOLDING A DEATH GRIP ONTO THAT EAR”. WHILE SHE HELD ME DOWN OVER THE COUCH ARM, HER FREE HAND STARTED SPANKING MY BARE BUTT AS HARD AND FAST AS SHE COULD. IT WAS PROBABLY ONLY ABOUT A MINUTE OF CONTINUES SLAPS ON MY BUTT CHEEKS, AND BACK OF MY UPPER LEGS, BUT BY THE TIME. I held her waist as she came in for the hug, allowing me to hold her for just a little more than was appropriate for a friendly embrace. I slid my hand around her waist and in to the small of her back as I fought the urge to drop it lower still to her pert little ass. We walked around the park talking and reminiscing about times gone by but it wasn’t long before even in person, the subject turned erotic and naughty as we giggled about the notion of her slipping her knickers off for me to sniff. " It's okay. I'm glad you are honest about your feelings." I noticed she looks a little nervous about something. "Can I... no, never mind," she said awkwardly."What is it? Something wrong?" I worry."Well, it's... no, nothing. Let's forget about it." You can tell me anything," I assured her."Alright look. I should tell you because if I don't someone else probably will." When she said this I immediately feel my heart start to beat heavier and I get nervous. "Last night when I hung out with Mark.