I want to lose my virginity.I was dumbfounded as I heard these so I looked at her. She told me that she wanted to do it and she would be happy if I ca... help her out. This was enough for me. I grabbed her and kissed her soft lips.She also got excited by this and reciprocated back well. I didn’t even care about the salt water on her face, I kissed her lips, nose, cheeks, eyes, earlobes, neck passionately. I also started licking her face. She was more than excited by this and asked me to follow. " Stephanie, um ... You remember that talk we had last year, when we let you start dating?" Oh, Mom..." I sighed. "Not the birds and the bees again!" Shush ... Are you ... You're being careful, right?" Mom looked at me hard, even though she might have been a little embarrassed."I'm not letting them do anything, Mom." I had my legs crossed, so my fib didn't really count."I know how teenage boys can be." My mom was being ultra serious. "You have to respect yourself. Don't let them talk you into. The smells and the sounds of cappuccino being created by the young waitress/barista filled the air. He/she was drinking the Moroccan milk tea of which he/she had become accustomed to in exotic Punchbowl's, Little Turkey as a youth, which tasted like perfumed shit to Bob. Everyone in town had thought, actually some still think, that he/she had employed young Jocelyn Kershaw just to get into her panties. He/she knows that the moment fifteen year old Jocelyn sees Bob, that her almost non-existent,. Dave must be lining up and choosing his spot, I thought. I braced myself for the first spank. Dave pulled the slipper back and WHACK! I bucked, and yelped – the sting from the leather sole was much more intense than I had anticipated. The PJs hardly felt like any protection at all. Before I had chance to really catch my breath, Dave pulled back and landed the slipper with another almighty WHACK, square on my left butt check this time. He quickly got into the swing of things, landing alternate.