"So, how about the mall?" "And you'll be there?" "Yep, and you can see just how sexy you are." "What if it causes a riot?" I asked jokingly. "Well, no... likely but you might get some hits from your admirers. What then?" he asked me. "You think I'll get propositioned?" "Almost certain. What would you do?" "In the mall?" "Yeah, the mall. What if one, two, three guys wanted to poke that pretty pussy of yours? What then?" "You ask me this when you're going to be there?" "Hon, if all this turns you. So he said bye again and off he went down the yard.I knew now that my window of opportunity was closing fast if I was going to get my pantie fix. For all I knew the mother or sons could just arrive back without warning. With this knowledge I bolted back upstairs when I saw his car drive away again. As I walked back in the bedroom I quickly started to search for panties. There was a small pile of clothes at the bottom of the bed. As I routed through them I realised it was just shirts and. This was his ex-wife’s city. She loved the hustle and bustle, while he had yearned to be back in the countryside. Nathan reached out and took hold of the bags his petite daughter was holding, and slid them into the small space left inside the van. Sometimes he felt like his years of religiously playing Tetris had made him a pro at judging the space required for objects, or maybe it was just luck.“Can I just… Have one last look?” The eighteen-year-old asked her father, and he of course gave her. “Yes.”“Ok!” she said “I want to spank you.”I was shocked as it was the last thing that I expected her to say. I just stood there stunned and silent as she pulled a chair into the middle of the room and looked at me.“Your choice,” she said “jeans down and bend over the chair or start packing.”Undoing my jeans I bent over the chair, I still couldn’t believe that this was happening. Barbara started to spank me straight away, about a dozen good hard slaps, and then she pulled my pants down. I.