“Would you send your daughters to work there?” Karen asked indignantly. She expected Betty to say she would because she didn’t see the problem w...th it. She was trying to make a point that Betty should be more conservative with them.“When my daughters graduate high school, it won’t be up to me what they do. If they want to dance, I won’t judge them for that. If they want to work on their back a few years and pay their way through high school, I won’t judge them for that. You do what you have to. . OWWWWWWW!" Tom cried out in pain. "Please Jill! Thatreally hurts!" He squirmed vainly as Jill not only had his legstrapped, but also had one arm wrapped around his back, pressing him downonto her lap. "I'm sorry!.. Please stop spanking me!"Becky and Karen were having a tough time containing their giggles astheir phones continued to video him, laying over Jill's knee beingspanked and begging her to stop."OWWWWWWW!... OWWWWWWW!" Jill was ignoring his frantic pleas, continuingto smack his. Only the new underwear surprised me.And of course, as my fingers felt the crotch, it confirmed the presence of what every mother learns to identify; the tell-tale evidence of dried cum. So be it; my little girl is a grown woman, and sex is part of life. I wondered who the lucky young man was. I continued to sort, but I put all the panties to one side. Then I examined them. Five of the seven had those tell-tale stains of male sexual satisfaction. And they were not the result of lubrication while. She reveled in the warm afterglow of the intense experience having set a new bar for the pleasure and pain her body could endure. They laughed and played lightly together, occasionally grabbing, or molesting body parts or kissing each other, but for the most part just enjoying each other’s company for a while.Mr. Michaels asked lots of questions about school, other friends, past sexual experiences, and the like. He knew about Jenny and Amanda hooking up a few times. Amanda being the lesbian.