It was definitely a man’s library, the rich smell, mahogany furniture, books shelves lining two walls, the stale odor of cigars and the stuffed head... of wild animals proving the manhood of the hunter. She stood next to her father. Even though he would spank her, it was Lord Michael that she feared. She just hoped it would be quick. The door slammed ominously, sealing her fate. While others danced outside, inside she would be subject to a spanking. For an offense that didn’t warrant the. I brushed my teeth quickly, pulled on my usual shorts and t-shirt, and started down the stairs. I was in agony with every step. I could not imagine how to face Aunt Jane. In retrospect, I seemed to have no problem in facing Uncle Dick, I was just unsure of how to retain my composure with my aunt.I rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs and stepped into the kitchen, relieved to see Aunt Jane at the range with her back to me. As I slipped quietly into my chair, Uncle Dick moaned about a. A nice, mutually advantageous deal. And he’s okay with it, apparently,” he referred to me.“He is in the room and you can ask me directly, but, yes. I am more than okay with one of my wives screwing you. Hell, I’m okay with all three of my wives screwing you if they wish. I have three wives. I’m a happy, lucky man. Very fortunate. And I’m inclined to share the fruits of my personal cornucopia with others, as Stan can attest ... and as Stan seems willing to do for me, judging by how much I’m. “Should we?” She asked and opened the door. There was no stopping the sexual momentum that had developed over the last couple months between us.Trisha was wearing slacks and a knit top and as she slid into the backseat of the car she pushed her slacks down her long smooth legs. I unbuckled my belt and as I climbed into the car and pulled the door shut I slid them down past my knees. We kissed as I eased beside her. My bare legs touched her for the first time. Hers felt like silk against mine.