I refused to help her out and I instead gave her a triple combo, Slap, Slap, Slap!“There you go, stop being so horny!”I only said it to make her l...st after my cock more. I continued to spank her bottom until we finally get to, “Slap… Owww, Fifty-nine” Cora said.I gave her the last slap. She yelped, “Slap…Owwww, Sixty!”“There you go Cora. Did you like your spanking?” She became furious at me and yelled, “Hell no! That hurt! But now, I am going to hurt you.”I laughed so loud, I was afraid that. Some were obviously trying to recreate their youth. The old hippies, the originals, looked old and worn out. Others were gawkers, tourists, and wannabes. I was a wannabe dressed like in my mom's picture.There were lots of guitars and music, pot, a few drunks, and several girls doing their best impression of Janis Joplin. I had only heard Joplin on my parents' records and the girls were doing a pretty good job of her voice. They weren't so good at staying on pitch.There wasn't any free food this. But for a brain-eating career, it wasn't a bad one. It wasn't a malicious career, a malignant career. I spoon-fed it every bit of my brain that it ate. I considered it a redemption of sorts.There's the adage that children are like pancakes: the first one should be thrown away. As the oldest child in my family, I was working hard at being the exception. I'd taken my B.A. in English to New York, certain that its emphasis on creative writing would easily propel me to Park Avenue.I'd sold a travel. Are you interested in a little fun?" Wouldn't that be wrong? You're my stepmother and my father's wife." But, we're not related in anyway. I'm just your father's wife. We could definitely fool around. You know, I've always had a little crush on you." You've always been attracted to me? Really! You would like to be with me sexually?" Dakota, you're an amazing girl. Why wouldn't I want to be with you?" I've never been with a woman before. I've only been with men and lately I can't even do that..