. you know, like in fairy tales?”She was quiet for a minute. “Okay, I understand that. What about after that? Why did you do it ... again?”“Yo...’ve got to be kidding me” he whispered. “I did it again because she was still beautiful and because it felt fantastic!““And you knew she might get pregnant when you did it?” asked Cindy, breathing more heavily now.“She told me that and said she wanted me to make her pregnant. I’m a guy, Cindy, and even though I never did it before, there was a part of me. It was during one of my home visits that the following incident came to pass. After dinner and a few drinks at a favorite bar, Libby and I headed back to her house, a small cottage near the beach on the Chesapeake Bay. As usual, I had been hard as a rock for most of the evening, mainly because Libby was wearing one of her slutty outfits. At five nine and in high heels she was nearly as tall as I am, and her bright red hair hung in ringlets down to the middle of her ass. A silky blouse with no. You will always sitwhen you pee sissy bitch! Always! Now go stand in the corner. I wantyour nose touching the wall while you suck your thumb and think aboutwhat a bad little girl you've been". I obeyed and Daddy came up behindme and touched me all over while my knees trembled and my spanked assburned. He pulled up the back of my dress and tucked into the big bowin the back and then pulled down my panties to my knees and made mestay there for an hour with my nose to the wall sucking my thumb. Which was more courageous? Which was more cowardly? Which was stupid. It was impossible to make up my mind. The music stopped.*?What’s your poison, Mr? she produced a beaming smile that made her seem young, I’d guess 25 at most. I started to relax and I felt a little ridiculous of my fears, (for god sake man you’re afraid of a girl). I thanked her as she handed me my scotch. She sat close to me, enveloping me with her perfume; it was a lovely scent but every now and again I’m sure I could smell.