“How long have you been shaving your pussy, dear? I like it.”“For about a year, Mom. I feel so free when I do it and I know my boyfriend likes i.... Oops, too much detail Mom?”“Maybe a little, but I am glad you felt you could share that with me. Now tell me have you ever been with another girl before?”“Yes, once, but we had no idea what we were doing so it did not seem that good to me.” What do we do now Mom?”With that question, Randi lowered her head and began to lick her daughter and explore. "Like his sister, Jan was pale and blonde. He had the same eyes too. They were a girl's eyes, long jet lashes that curled. I looked at Frank and caught the way he watched Jan. And though hardly more than a youth, Jan seemed more grounded in this world than I imagined Nadine could even hope to be. He was much taller, perhaps six foot, and had broad shoulders and slim hips. I thought of Olympic swimmers, medalists on a podium.Carol said to Frank, "I've waited an hour. I was about to give up on. It was her first ever spank-print. His handprint was the first to ever mark her flesh. Mark felt a moment of pride, but reveled in the moment only briefly before he repeated it on the other cheek. The first two strokes were moderately hard, but he then dialed back the intensity a bit as he continued spanking her. For her part, Christine was taken back. The experience was literally breathtaking as it started. She wasn’t prepared for how intense it was. She first felt the sting of each impact,. A little bit of harmless banter was one thing,but he must have realised that he might be letting himself in for somethingin a different league altogether. I went back to my hotel and showeredagain -- my second that evening -- and put on fresh underwear andchanged my rather heavy trousers for much thinner white jeans. They werecut in such a way that my bulge was emphasised, especially when I sat down,as they tended to push my cock and balls forwards even when I was soft. Iwondered if he would.