I have though gotten a lot of fantasy masturbation sessions when I freak about one of those friends of her's coming inside and balling me in that hous.... Yeah... I know, pretty lame... I mean me on the spare bed in that house and jacking my dick to the idea of her lady friends fucking me in that house. Oh if fantasies could come true, god damn it to motherfucking hell!Well since 1997 when I first started house watching for this cunt nothing ever happened. I'd even once held high hopes that the. Ethel, a notorious spanker of wicked people,Sr.Ethel was very much feared by those who had the misfortune to lay over her knee as Sr.Ethel always spanked those who deserved it on their bare bottoms. "Boy or girls,it doe not matter once I have a delightful bum to spank", Sr. Ethel was once heard saying.Sr.Ethel had been spanking bottoms at the Monastery for over thirty years and she never tired of it,boys and girls felt her hand coming down on their naked posteriors with great relish and. I suppose my father’s story was one of those rags to riches tales you hear about. My mom and I came along for the ride from eating cornbread and southern fried chicken to dining as guests at the White House and consuming fine cuisine. No sooner had we settled in when it was announced the delay was over and we could board. A uniformed aide led us through an effortless boarding process. The Upper Class accommodations were magnificent. Plush, side-by-side lounge chairs would seat our asses. She took his hand and shook it. “I’m Cassandra, but they call me Cassie. I’ve seen you here a lot lately. You always sit by yourself and watch people.” “Yeah, I guess I’m a people person; I like watching busy people.” She put her hands on her hips and smiled down at him. “You like watching some people’s backsides; I’ve caught you staring at mine more than once.” Terry was mortified. “Oh my God, I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to offend you, Cassie. I’m just fascinated by um…by your um…well, you’re.