Becky could not quite believe that she was about to spank her loving granny Ella. She momentarily wondered whether she should she spank her granny as ...urely she was just so much older than herself to make it nonsensical? However, Becky quickly overcame her concerns and justified herself by saying it didn't matter because her mum and auntie were older than her and she spanked them and so her granny being another twenty odd years older was just a matter of degree. Becky immediately went in to. At a distance the girl was ordinary-looking: medium height, a broad-shouldered but bosomy build, shoulder-length blonde hair. She was probably in her early twenties. She wore a heavy wool sweater, blue jeans, and work boots. A shabby satchel of modest size dangled from her right hand. Her walk was strong but unhurried. A surge of curiosity impelled Allan to lean forward, as he attempted to make out her face. She noticed, stopped, and returned his gaze. Embarrassed without a clear reason, Allan. Amen." I helped too." Yes, you did, Freddie. And you were very helpful. Sandy, you will help mewith the dishes when we're done." Okay, Mommie." Did you have a nice nap?" Uh-huh." Sandy's reply was barely heard from a mouth full of cracker."Don't talk with your mouth full, Sandy. If you are asked a question whileyou are chewing, take a sip and swallow before your reply." Yes, Mommie." Did you have a dream?" Yes, Mommie." What was it about." I was in a house, in a big room, and I was dancing.". Call me a car buff snob but I’m more comfortable and feel more in control when driving a car, any car, with a standard transmission, especially when short shifting while wearing a short skirt that climbs nearly up to my crotch. ‘Hi Susan, how are you? You stay in the car and I’ll fill your tank, wash your windows, and check your oil,’ said my mechanic peering in my window and ogling me and my exposed panties. ‘Don’t you worry about a thing.’ Strange that he never pumped anyone’s gas, washed.