Will's father, Charles, owned Trent electronics, the largest TV and radio store in our town. His father would give his son and my dad jobs during the ...ummer at the store.Of course Will was mostly inside sales help while my father sweated it out in the loading dock for half the money. My dad didn't mind much since he needed the money. He had a girl in school he really liked, Heather March, they had a few dates and she said they could go to the senior prom together. So my dad saved every penny so. The added element of frequent spankings in front of her own daughter were equally as degrading because the sly Major would often turn to the daughter after reddening his spouse’s rear end and spread her young immature cheeks open for immediate humping from behind like an animal in the barn. The girl told me that she was forced to grunt like a pig or a cow as her step-father impaled her sphincter with his over-sized man tool.Heidi confided in me that this added indignity was a huge turn-on for. Misty was grinning as we lit the leaves and then opened the bags. We pulled out the babies and let them breath the smoke before I brushed it off the branch. The two were mewing pitifully and I picked one up and cuddled it as I began to feed it.It quieted and ate and started to perk up and look around. He had a black mark over one eye so I named him Tar, Misty named hers Jane. When they stopped eating we put the packs on and turned to see our fathers sneering. I straightened and looked back and. “I’m ... I hate you!” Her voice when quiet and indistinct. “I’m silly Syl.”Amanda looked a bit shocked, and only then I remembered her own dislike for being called Mandy. I thought it wasn’t the same, but she still hadn’t told me what it was all about, so what did I know?“Better. How about you come to my place, Syl? We haven’t had fun in a while”, I told Sylvia, toying with her.She sighed again, wanting to resist, but knowing she wanted to be around me too much for that.“Of course if you don’t.