"Uh, yeah," Beth said blushing."I think when guys are younger they have a reputation to protect," Ruth answered thoughtfully. "Plus they haven't learn...d how to handle all those hormones running around in their blood. So, yeah, I guess the guys are the aggressors when they are younger. Maybe one of the ways of telling when they start to grow up is when they are more willing to talk than, ah, do other things." Did you ever, you know, do it, ah, well, before?" Beth asked. Before Ruth could answer. Bill didn't see her dart her tongue, but Ellen felt it and shivered inside. Her pussy leaked.Cindy bent down and gave Bill a warm kiss on the cheek. Bill's eyes widened on her jutting young tits, so near, so hard, so round. He gripped the arm of his chair to keep from grabbing one of her luscious tits. His cock throbbed in his pants."Goodnight," Cindy purred, smiling at Ellen.Ellen and Bill said goodnight, and Bill watched his sister's lovely young ass swing sexily as she moved to the stairs.. I shivered uncontrollably in spite of myself. Taliya, bless her heart, took me gently in her arms, sharing her warmth with me. As Mistress Denise ordered she cleaned me up, very carefully. I had seen my butt in the mirror behind the bathroom door. My bruises looked fierce, welts crisscrossing my lower back and upper thighs, puffy lines intersecting everywhere. In time they would heal. There would be no scarring as Mistress Denise was careful not to break my skin. A good. Completely different, but tolerant. She whipped through her four years as a Business Major in three, and then went on to grad school. No one was more surprised than me that first Christmas break when she came home and announced that her MBA program had mutated into an MFA. Feeling particularly fatherly I threatened to take off my belt and convince her otherwise. But when she showed us some of her work I used it instead as a sling to keep my chin from dragging on the floor. Damn, but my girl was.