We ate our lunch, passable fare if not anything to write home about, our musings and thoughts interrupted now and again by cheers and laughs from the ...roup by the bar.After a while four young girls came into the bar, swiftly becoming part of the Stag Crew as the lads tried to chat them up. I notived the younger lad was not taking part in the male strutting and preening of the girls, he sat reading his phone , sipping at his pint. A huge roar went up as a goal was scored, at that moment I looked. Hell, I felt so sexy, with my breasts and legs on show. The man on my left said ‘I’m Harry, that’s Craig over there and that guy in the front is Charlie. And you are really beautiful’.Seriously, to any girls who might be reading this, those boys were well fit. I knew things were going to happen that evening, and I was up for it.Charlie, in the front of the car with Gemma, said ‘What do you think Gemma? Let’s go for a drink first, then find somewhere a bit quieter?’ Gemma said ‘Oh, yes.. Your kisses are so sweet..Cup my boobs Mithali..I am burning down there….I am losing my sanity…..I have never felt like this…Oh!Oh! Darling!”The two women were in a tight embrace now. All food was forgotten. Mithali then rose and brought a bottle of wine “This love deserves a celebration. Come on, relax!” The older woman brought two glasses. She opened the wine and poured them each a glass. They kissed their glasses. Sushmita took the initiative and reached for Mithali and gave her a big. Thanksgiving is known as a day where people tend to eat to a stuffed feeling and it is in that vein I plan to relate the role a full stomach bouncing over a knee being spanked can cause some humiliating sounds from the bottom being spanked. Mrs. Burkle, Fred’s mom had cooked a feast for Thanksgiving. Invited guest in attendance included Giles, Angel, Cordelia, along with Fred and her father. Candles lit the long table and Giles was just starting to carve the turkey. Mrs. Burkles stomach.