Why, you're nearly full grown now. It's been a long time since I've had a really frank discussion with you about the things you're thinking about. Dee... down inside, I suppose I still think of you as my little boy." That's okay," Henry shrugged."Henry, let me ask you a personal question: Do you think a lot about sex these days?"Margaret shifted sideways on the bed, her tits jiggling under the negligee, staring at at him. Henry blushed and looked away."Well, yeah. I guess I do." I'm sure it's. Please, oh God, save us from this... But even as she agonizedly tried to restrain her child, Sandy was once more planting hot, wet, feather-soft kisses all along her burning flesh, down around her trembling belly and quivering upper thighs. Her passion-swelled vagina was tingling with a roaring heat now, expanding in wet, warm welcome from the caresses of fingers and mouth and tongue. Her mind whirled as Sandy spread her lower body with her tiny hands eagerly, but she pulled together enough. ' She raised the paddle farther back and the resulting smack was only marginally louder. 'Of course, you can always put more of your own force behind the blow. Just don't swing too hard, you don't want to harm the girl, only hurt her.' The clerk added a bit more swing with her arm this time, the paddle landing squarely on target with a louder smack. She handed the paddle to Matt. 'You try a couple of swings, see what you think.' Matt did as the clerk had shown him, starting with a mild strike. “Is everybody ready?” I asked.When everybody agreed, we set off downstairs, and left the hotel heading for Chinatown.“Yang Sing,” I suggested, as we walked out onto the street.“Yang Sing?” my sister queried.“A really good Chinese restaurant, in Chinatown,” Charlie answered, “David and I ate there a couple of weeks ago.”Cal didn’t look happy when she heard that, although the smile never left her face.At the restaurant we were ushered to a large round table, the middle of which revolved, and.