Do you remember all of this, she asked breathlessly. Oh yeah, baby, Jerry said as he stood to remove his pants. I remember something else, as he pushe... her down to his knees. Let’s see if you remember this. He pushed down his underwear and exposed his cock. Sharon had told me stories about Jerry and told me he had a big cock but she clearly understated the size of it. It was about 9” and very thick and it was even fully erect yet. Sharon stroked his cock and looked over to me and asked, is this. We don’t make a big deal about the presents. The most important stuff is going to church and a family gathering with my grandparents, uncles, aunts, and cousins. How about you?”“My parents are the ‘go overboard’ types. Just tons of gifts. We didn’t go to church much, but Christmas was one of the days we did. That and Easter, really. It just wasn’t important.”“What church?”“Methodist. So like, totally the opposite of your ‘smells and bells’ as the pastor at our church once called ‘High’. . your dad smacks my bottom nearly every night and when you're not around he spanks me over his knee and uses a slipper or a strap and even canes me. When you stayed with your Aunty last month he made bend over in the lounge and gave me I started to smack her bottom over her lacy knickers 'Harder' I spanked harder. 'HARDER much harder' Her bottom wobbled and dimpled and she began to gasp at each stroke but she also began to push her bum up to. I stared straightahead and noticed that both Mrs. Cole and Aunty Jane were chatting awayas if nothing was going on. I then felt a hand starting to stroke my ass cheeks, and then the nailsof that hand gently raking across the waxed skin of my ass. I then feltthe fingers move around and then grasp my testicles in a firm grip. Mrs.Cole turned her head to look at me and then, with a fixed smile on herface, squeezed hard until the tears started to stream down my cheeks. "She's well behaved for a.