I settled back, my eyes closed, enjoying the feel of my mother’s softness, and the warmth of her body. I felt her breath on my cheek, and then her l...ps, while she whispered that she’d take care of me and that I’d soon feel better. We sat like that for a while, and then Mum said she’d run me a hot bath, and after I’d had a good soak I should go to bed for a couple of hours. It seemed like a good idea, although I was reluctant to let her go. It was wonderful holding her like that –once or twice. Two or three more times.There was no denying it; Kathryn was turned on. She hoped her father wouldn't notice her wet pussy. She couldn't wait for the next slap, she wanted it, and she wanted it bad. She didn't have to wait long. Slap, slap slap, three more times her father hit her. What happened next surprised even Kathryn? It was like her body had a will of its own, she couldn't control it. She felt her pussy pushing down into her father's lap. With every slap, it would push down and move in. Are you from around here?” “I’m new to the area. A friend from work told me about this place.” “Well I’ve lived here my whole life. It’s a pretty great town. There are lots of clubs and bars.” “Can I buy you a drink?” “That would be so nice. I’m drinking Alabama Slammers.” “Bartender, please give the lady an Alabama Slammer.” The bartender made Holly her drink and gave it to her. I continued drinking the tequila. I was so bombed, but I wanted to bring Holly home with me. “Are you dating. They came back after a while and we all sat around the fire enjoying the flames and a few more drinks until it was time to head home. Years later my wife told me that, when her and Larry had gone off, he had taken her hand and placed it on his leg as he was driving to the shop. She had started stroking his thigh and asked him if he thought that Angie and I were 'getting up to mischief'. He replied that he thought we were, on a fairly regular basis. My wife told me that she had stroked higher up.