"I guess so." He said meekly. Shemoved right up next to him. "You should be ashamed of yourself for being a sissy!" Shescolded. "In fact I think you ...hould be punished for being asissy and dressing up in girls clothes!" She told him. Thier natural submisive and dominate personalitiescomplimented each other and made them an ideal couple. So muchso that neither one had to actually work to make what washappening happen. Instead things just kind of flowed along wereboth of them wanted it to go,. I stood for a minute and admired what view there was. It was near-dark when the sun disappeared, but there was still a little bit of left-over daylight lingering stubbornly in the sky. The air was cool, and I wondered if I should bring a jacket when we went out later. Below me was a parking lot, and beyond that a Denny's restaurant. In the distance I could see the downtown skyline. Past that, I knew, was the Mississippi River, but I couldn't see it from where I was. Memphis seemed like a rough. As soon as they had been excused from the table, Bud and Rebecca had disappeared upstairs to do their homework. Safely out of sight in the bathroom, Bud washed away the sticky traces of Millie's juices. He paused to hold his cock in his hand and wonder if it was really as big and thick as she'd said.Across the hall in her room, Rebecca lay on her stomach, her hand burrowed between her pussy lips as she replayed her session in the laundry room. Her hand made wet, squishing sounds as her fingers. Louisa now sat on the sofa beside me and hugged me. "I am so sorry, but once I got started, I could not stop myself. Unfortunately, you were correct. Once the image of Jenny’s bum was in my mind, I knew that I wanted to cause it the maximum pain no matter what. Again, I am so sorry to have hurt you so much.”“Well, there is no need to be if it worked for you. Are you still strung out? Did trashing Jenny’s bottom dispel all that rage?”“Yes, it has. I can hardly believe it. I have not felt so calm.