Depends on the strength, of course. I like the red stripes. No blood or something. You never dream about being caned?” “No, I don't, but we can gi...e it a try if you don't use all your strength.” She was getting more and more eager to meet him and get spanked. Finally, they exchanged their photos and both felt relived when they realized that they really didn't know each other. She was not disappointed by what she saw, though she had never been attracted by blond men. Now, she was getting. But, really, what was the difference? A very small bit of flimsy material that barely covered my slit and held on me by nothing more than dental floss string. I swore, the thing wouldn’t just become sheer, I was convinced it would dissolve.I was waiting at the side of the boat with the gangway door open. As soon as we bumped the cushions, I jumped onto the dock and grabbed the rope thrown by Sharon. I knew something similar was happening at the stern with Hein and Raul. It seemed the bow was. At least that was the case until one of my friends mentioned to me how lucky I was to have such a hot mom. A hot mom? WTF? I can still almost remember his exact words..."My God James, no offense meant buddy, but you mom is so hot and she has a great set of tits! Jesus I would pay money just to get a glimpse of those babies."That night when I stood behind my mother brushing her hair I glanced down at her breasts and saw my mother in a whole different light. Although she was just wearing an old. I was trying to process them in my own way. The summaries were a lot closer to the original data than the questions and answers would be.During that time, I also learned that her name was Erin. When she told me, my reply was simply, “A fine old Irish name. I’m sure your parents would be proud of you.”“I hope so,” she said.We didn’t go to traditional restaurants either on Monday or Tuesday. I still walked twice a day, but we either went through a take out window somewhere, or had pizza.