“I see that you’re starting to remember how to behave yourself. This is very good. I will let you come downstairs and lay in your playpen until yo...r Daddy gets home”.Back downstairs, she retied my wrists and ankles once I was settled in the playpen with my Blankie.“What a quiet baby you are now, Krissy! Your Daddy is going to be VERY happy when he gets home!” Julie cooed as she pinched my cheek before sitting down on the couch and turning on the television. My ass still stung from the spanking. ’ Her son, who had stood at the other end of what seemed like an endless path, less than a year before, tucked her hand into the fold of his arm as his wife heavy with child snuck up the aisle to take her seat. Her daughters preceded her slowly up that path of non-descript reddish-brownish-orange carpet towards the front of the chapel where Elvis Presley stood holding a Bible in one hand and a microphone in the other as he belted out the words to his most famous song…Love Me Tender. She. I was a little surprised when coach got into the side door with me and then I noticed two other people in the van. Coach made no formal introductions, it was a coach from another town and one of his swim team members who was my age. I was a little taken back because I had hoped for alone time with coach, for more of the same we had in his office. It even pissed me off just a little. I sat there a little sullen, but when we got under way I noticed that the guy driving had pulled out his cock and. " Either way, our pussies have touched the same cloth. That practically makes us sisters."Jane pondered for a moment. "That actually kind of makes sense. We're pussy sisters, if such a thing actually exists. Sisters of the Same Panties." Sisters of the Same Panties? Who's being the dork now? Go back to your room and listen to your new Depeche Mode album. Let me handle the rest."Jane sighed, "I wish I could live with my parents again."Then she left, back to her room, back to Depeche Mode. She.