He was a 4-H’er with an interest in raising livestock. She’d watched him showing his sheep in the livestock barn at the county fair.Could be ... b...t she didn’t think sheep would be his thing. He had a pretty, golden-furred collie bitch of his own named Aggie and anyone could see how sweet he was on her. They’d given herding demonstrations on the fairgrounds, too. He and Aggie worked together like they could read each other’s minds. He didn’t have a girlfriend, and Jenny knew he took some. ’ Her bright bikini called attention to her existence and her well-formed body spoke for itself, as always, I noticed guys in other boats craning to take a look at the ornament on the back deck of my boat. I pulled up at the dock of our rental, and ran to the shed to get a tow rope and inner tube. She had never tubed, either, but I knew she would like it, and I promised I would be gentle. I was, too—I didn’t want her to be too sore from tubing to be able to keep fucking me like a minx! She. She blushed, saying that she'd picked up everything from a nearby deli that morning.Mr. Oldham was anxious to start the tour of the houses. He helped Suzanne clear the table, leaving Kelley and me alone. She moved her chair next to mine so she could be heard over the waves splashing against the rocks."I hope you've put that nasty mood behind you," she began."What do you mean?" I asked, knowing full well what she meant.For a second, I thought she was going to burst into tears. "When are you. "I let out a squeal and drape myself across her lap. Valerie finds herleather biking gloves, batgirl version, very tight, and gives me a totalof thirteen, a baker's dozen, of hard slaps to my sissy ass. I squealwith each blow. Mother walks in on the two of us. "You two. Jezzie youare becoming incorrigible. I used to say 'spare the rod, spoil the sissy', now I should say 'using the rod spoils the sissy." Now I know my motheris actually very pleased, that I am beginning to equate.