I thought about last night when it was so hard and I ran my hands over it, and how it's so soft and cute there now. I didn't,... oh, never mind. It re...lly is cute." She said continuing to blush."You didn't what? Is something bothering you?" Joel asked."Oh, you'll get upset, not at me but, you know." She sidestepped."You didn't?..." He wondered aloud to her."I didn't think I would ever find it cute or sexy after before, what I told you." She eluded."Oh, the gagging. I don't see the purpose of. I couldn't deny that I now found both my daughters immensely arousing. They nuzzled up against me, their sweet feminine fragrance making my head spin. Lynn unbuckled my belt and slowly pulled down my zipper. Jenny gazed, mesmerized, as her sister took off my pants and pulled off my undershorts. My cock sprung up, straight, hard and exposed. My mind was reeling in a mix of emotions... raw sexual excitement, embarrassment at being so exposed before my daughters, guilt at whether I should be in. Makeover? Oh. Yeah. Bring money. Damn.I read somewhere that on average women who have been dumped spend $800 on a makeover. When Hope left me and cleaned out my loft, I spent $12.95 on a case of beer and didn’t change clothes for two weeks. That was the last makeover I’d had. When you do most of your work in cyberspace, who cares what color your t-shirt is?My self-image is a cross between the dark intensity of Sam Spade and the suave sophistication of Nick Charles. Really? I’m a tall, skinny,. The hot sun, which you begin to feel as though the room was built to accept in the mornings for just this purpose, makes you even hotter. You notice that it is bearing down on your pussy too, and realize that at this angle it is on display to the room almost as much as your red ass. The mistress must be able to see that you're beginning to grow hairs again and you know what she's going to do when your spanking is over. Every spank you receive is harder then the last. By ten your.