But why? To top it off, I actually kinda walked in on my mother giving my dad a blow job (luckily they didn’t see me—dad was laying back on the be... and she was laying over the side of him), and she seemed to really be into it. I started kinda dating guys when I was 14, but it was nothing serious. At parties parents were always there and there wasn’t more than just hanging out and talking. You had a boyfriend in name only really, and my boobs went a long way. At the very most, a guy would try. She wants a kid or 2 very, very bad. Like seriously bad. I'm worried she will get knocked up by some guy who looks like me or something and act like it's ours, like somehow I gave her a child. She is not the sharpest tool in the shed. She did heavy drugs for a year or 2 when she was 15-16.My dad had a vasectomy also, after my brother was born i guess. My dad and I were very open about almost everything. I told my dad a bunch of the stories she told me. I told him not to tell her that I told. Stone was gently caressing his hands around my bottom after every smack.It brought me that much closer to my own orgasm.SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!On and on it went, the torture, the tingly pleasure of having my bottom redden by each blow. Oh god, my whole body, felt so alive. And me being only sixteen, I felt so grown-up for this teacher. I loved it.He was my teacher and I want him to do this, but still, I was thinking about my Dad.“Oh God Stephanie it’s beautiful, your ass is so beautiful. What I. Eventually the girls peed in the can too and we threw the last piece of wood on the fire.We opened a window and I managed to crawl up to the top of the snowdrift. It wasn’t as bad as it looked from the inside but I decided to have a little fun with the girls. I shoved a lot of firewood down the opening and let Ted stack it inside. I got the portable toilet out of the car that everyone said was a waist of money. Then I crawled back inside and closed the window.That day we started drinking early..