I was being really aggressive, and they had never seen me like that. Sandy just laughed and said, 'And how are you going to prove that?' I told her, '...ou'll have to sleep with him!' She laughed again, and said, 'Won't you mind me sleeping with your boyfriend?' I told her, 'He's not my boyfriend. He's just a guy who makes me cum over and over every time that we get together.'"Sandy said, 'I don't think so, ' but Maggie pushed her. She said, 'If you think guys suck so much, why don't you try. Laura smiled while I blushed. "Don't worry," she said, "I'm glad you brought him home. I won't tell your mother."I can't admit how many times I've played that scene over in my mind and in my dreams. "He needs a good spanking and so do you." What would that be like? Did she think my mother would spank me or would she do it herself? I could easily imagine this very pretty girl ordering me to drop my jeans and get over her knee. What would I do?My family moved from New York to San Diego when I was. ’We were preparing to head to the annual church picnic, the annual celebration of summer coming. It would give us time to catch up with people we hadn’t seen in a while and those we saw regularly at church.The church picnic was always a big affair, with plenty of games, visiting, song, and good food--it WAS a potluck, after all. It was our first year with Charlie to bring along to it.When it was time to go, Finn and I gathered everything up and headed out to the car with Charlie. The church was. I lay rocking for ages, new cocks changing with used ones, and me screaming with delight every time I came for them until most had enjoyed me. Then Richard decided they needed to get me down and onto the bed. I was all for that, nice and comfortable.Somebody wiped my face and cum-splattered boobs. Pillows were piled onto the bed, and I was lay face down over them. My wrists were clipped together and fastened to the centre of the headboard, while the spreader bar was secured to the bottom.