The next day, I got home from work to find Steven over and playing video games with my son. I could feel my brain tingle, my pulse race and my cock tw...tch and swell. When he saw me, and no one was looking, he gave me a shy, sly smile. I didn’t want to want him so bad and would have never imagined it or made the first move, but now there was no denying the lustful urges he had stirred up in me.When Steven heard that I was going to run to the store, he quickly asked if I could give him a ride. And went to the wash room. I got an opportunity and i make my glass i put coke in one glass for sumitra and add some whisky in it with some ice..she came back soon she smiled and sat.. She said tx for making a glass for me is this coke i said yes i know u wont drink …she took the glass and drank..after taking some sips she said its taste a bit different.. I told her well its a five star resort and its foreign coke so it might taste different from our usually one..she drank all the glassI could. It was coming from me, my pussy. The pain of being spanked was turning me on. He smiled and rubbed a finger up my clit. No daddy. Stop that. What are you doing?! he pulled his hands away and walked over and yanked my head up by my hair and looked at me. Never. Ever. Tell me no. Im your dad, and I can do what ever I like. he said throwing my head down. He went back to my ass and spanked it. Then let his fingers slide up my clit. Mmh my little girl likes it when she is spanked? he said as he. The last day in April I decided that my extended vacation was getting too long and that I needed to return to civilization. Once the grass had shown through, I flooded my cabin with music, all kinds, classical to reggae, hip-hop to Celtic. There was an unconscious need to fill the silence, and there were very few moments where I didn’t have something playing. Despite hundreds of CD’s, thousands of songs, I never found one that was truly soothing. Each had something to offer, but it was never.