At school, I began to notice boys. Everyone would always tell me my mom was pretty or hot, but I started hearing boys saying I was pretty. I looked in...the mirror and thought I was pretty. I had mom's blue eyes and straight long blonde hair. My mom had bought me lots of clothes, and I insisted on certain clothes which I thought resembled hers. Her condition was that I could not take them to school, so I wore them around the house or at grandmas. Physical education was my favorite class. Most of. I looked at her in amazement, I was speechless, I couldnt contradict anything she said. In fact said Jen, I had so much fun there that I think I would like it to continue and you are in no position to stop me. You tried to have your fun, now I am going to have mine. Here is what is going to happen you, I and Steve are going to get a cab back to our place and you are going to blindfold me. Then you and Steve will strip naked and I am going to see if I can tell ye apart just by your cocks. Steve. “Babygirl, please bend over the desk to accept your paddling,” he told me. He leaned over and stroked my back. He whispered in my ear, “You know this is for your own good, don’t you, Goofy?” “Yes, Sir,” I said, reassured that it was. “But I’m not going to go easy on you just because you’re with your students. You know that, don’t you?” “Of course, Daddy,” I choked. “But your supervisor told me that if you perform well, she will consider the lesson a success despite your less than stellar. Her smile was to die for and she had perfect teeth to show for it. She seemed to be about my height so I'm going to say 5'3 and her boobs looked a tad smaller than mine so I'm guessing 34Bs. Her body was perfect, with a tight little tummy and ass. She was definitely model material. Today she had scheduled for a massage; so I walked up to the door, with my massage table strapped over my left shoulder, while pulling my case full of lotions and oils in the other and pressed the door bell. I was a.