For my relief she made me jerk off. At first I was reluctant to jerk off while she watched but she got me to do it by saying how big my cock was and h...w good it would feel when she allowed me to fuck her.After the first year we went out every Saturday night. After the movie or whatever, we would go back to her place. While I made her favorite drink, rum and coke, she would strip down, put on a shortie nightie and sprawl on the side of her bed with her legs wide open. I would hand her the drink. But at least it wasn't as bad as last week. The rain had been so heavy the week before that the dirt-track back down into Seven Lakes - a rustic town so stuck-in-the-past that they were still using horse and cart to get around - had been washed away.He had been living at the cabin in the hills above Seven Lakes for just over a year, earning just enough money from his paintings to buy new supplies and put aside a little for a rainy day.'Well', he thought to himself turning back to the drawings. . . ‘Maybe I don’t want to be a goddess when I grow up. Maybe I want to be a mountain climber, or a veterinarian, or a . . . dentist! Maybe I’d like to decide that for myself and not have you and Daddy just assuming what I’m going to be!’ I swallowed hard. Whoa! My daughter had a mind of her own, and I was in shock at the thoughts it had spawned. I didn’t know what to say. So I said nothing. We sat there looking at each-other, her words suspended in the silence between us. Angela was as stunned. Susanne helps me to select and cut off young twigs from two birch trees at a somewhat secuded spot deep into the dunes, but still far from the beach. We need to walk a few minutes to reach it from the path, used mainly by lovers of nature on bicycle or horseback. Susanne doesn't dare to ask what I intend to do with them. But she fears it might hurt her bottom again. After her first spanking, by bare hand, before our trip, early in the morning.Susanne knows she is in for something unusual, as.