By the time I went to bed I was a wreck! The next morning momwoke me up early, telling me to get dressed, and reminded me to wear askirt. So, once aga...n I became Kristen. The skirt I wore was a short tanand white one with pleats, a white blouse with a peter pan collar thataccented my boobs, and my low white heels. Once I had my hair and makeupdone, I joined mom who was waiting for me in the kitchen. She didn't saya word about my short skirt; she only harrumphed a few times. Afterbreakfast, it. When we got there we found both of her daughters there, who were hanging out in the living room, watching music videos. Neither really looked like her mother. Shanice, seventeen, the daughter from my aunt’s first marriage to a black man, was wearing a wide grey sweater and dark green jogging pants. In spite of these loose-fitting garments it was obvious she had rather large and firm breasts – not quite as big as her mother’s, but those knockers really were rather otherworldly – and a very nice. When we started to get out of control, he threw me onmy back, sat up and let a huge chunk of spit fall outof his mouth onto my lips. Once the spit landed, webegan French kissing again, getting lost in interraciallust. While that was happening, he took off my thong, whichwas soaking wet. He turned it inside out and showed itto me. Lots of big clumps of my come were built upinside. He licked out about half of the come, thenstuck the thong in my face and made me lick out therest. Right after I. .. I can’t... I can’t...”Miss Judith’s strap swung.Thwwaacckk!Shrieking, Melissa went into action again, the wheel turning slowly but surely. Julia looked with satisfaction at the soft, quivering flesh reddened by the strap. They would be even more sensitive to the rod. Good... good...Click!The first of twelve turns... and Julia laid two full-blooded cuts across Melissa’s bottom with all the force that she could command.The gasping screams they evoked where just about the most exciting sounds.