Every year at Veterans’ Day we both volunteer down at the local VFW. There we serve food to our veterans and made sure they know they are appreciate... for their service to our country. The veterans also appreciate our waiting on them, serving them a home cooked meal, and taking care of their needs for the day.Some of the men are also appreciative of Christine as I see the way they look at her. Some reach out to her, reaching around her hip as she is serving them and running their hand back. The thought had me rubbing my legs together.“Stop that!” he snapped, then there was a sharp cracking sound before a burst of heat blossomed on my right butt cheek. “I told you not to move. You need to listen, Delaine.”He had spanked me! The move genuinely shocked me, but not in a bad way. It helped that the sting of pain had quickly fled, replaced by heat as his warm palm rubbed the offended skin.His other hand joined his first as he kneaded my ass. Eventually the hands settled as they worked. Adam though had answered that as he had said they had no kit to aim with, and had produced one of dad`s books he had ‘borrowed’ from the pile [I thought was hidden] to prove the theory. She had laughed and then said she would show him all he wanted he just had to ask as his father was so agreeable and sensible about things and as he had given them this precious time together they had best use it well if that`s what the boy wanted. Jason was on his feet and taking her proffered hand instantly. . I was nervous as fuck. Until I saw her panties and her bra. Her teenage cleavage. Her boobs. And I felt my dick get hard. I just couldn't stop myself. And, all the while, I just kept thinking that if anyone found out, I'd lose my friend Amanda. I'd fuck up my family. I was married, and God knows my wife, being the prude that she was, if she found out about it, the world would know. I'd be "that guy" fucking around with teenagers, and I'd never live it down.And here I was, standing with Miranda.