Tabhi aunty bolie dekhti hun aaj tujeh kitna dalene aata hai gotiyo ko or tere sort kaise hai, kyunke aaj to main or tu akele hai, main bhi bol pada a...nty main expert ho gaya hu, dalne main tum dekh ti raho gi or main sub pure dalbhi dunga, (With the first break I put black in hole) Main bol pada kaisa dala, to wooh boli mujeh to kuch nahin hua, menas maine dekhahe nahin, or fir hum log aage khelne lage ( yes one thing I forget to write, when I entered aunty was in sky blue saree with matching. The spanks only stopped for those few moments and when the spanks continued again, this time instead of their hands they used the hairbrushes, the thwacks were much louder as were the gasps and then the yelps both Edna and Mabel were letting out as each spank landed. Added to that, both granny aged women were squirming around more emphatically on the two teenage girl’s laps, although, as everyone also noticed, they stayed in position and didn’t try to force themselves up. Dale even wondered. I was 15 at the time, and it was devastating. My Mother and he were very close. The property that my Aunt and Uncle owned was several acres and it was pretty large for my Aunt to take care of by herself, so My Mom always “loaned” me out to do chores at her house, which was ok, because I always came home with a bunch of vegetables and fruit. She would drive into town and pick me up, I would mow the grass and help her weed and other chores she could not do by herself.When I turned 16 and started. Now he understood. Bobby was trying to get up into the mountains, where he could have all kinds of excuses to do all kinds of things that had nothing whatsoever to do with pasturing sheep. The high meadows were up above the heat of the plains, with trees and wildlife and plenty of water from snowmelt.“You know I already stocked that camp,” said his father.“I could check on it then ... to make sure nobody’s messed with it.” suggested Bobby.“Who’d mess with it?” asked Brad. “Nobody even knows we.