That all changed one day. I was having problems with my geometry homework, so I asked if I could hang out at his place so he could help me. We rode t...e bus home together, but we had to walk a few blocks to get to his house. Unfortunately, that day it was raining pretty hard, and we both got drenched. You could kind of see through my top, so when we got to his house, his older sister gave me a new one. His mom was in the shower and then her and Phillips sister were heading out. Because of this,. I obviously knew being good just once didn’t mean I had changed. I was certain to earn many more spankings. I did giggle to myself, knowing if I became a goody good shoes I can still ask Sharon to spank me. Actually, I felt all goosy at the thought. My pussy fluttered. It didn’t matter that more and more people will know I am spanked by my chummy mummy. I relaxed when Sharon was out, masturbating and generally feeling really good after some wonderful orgasms. When Sharon came home I made her. “Come here baby, kiss me,” Daddy said, pulling me up, “I wanna taste it too, share it with me baby.” I crawled up to meet him, our lips touched, and when our mouths opened his tongue flicked into mine and lapped up some of his cum. His right hand made its way down to my wet pussy, where some of my own cum had lingered as it hadn’t been lapped up, and he scooped it up, and licked it off his fingers. He kissed me again, and this time I flicked my tongue into his mouth to lap up some of my own. Almost like a young man calling to his lover to come out for a midnight rendezvous. She smiled to herself laughing inwardly at her romantic foolishness. "it was time for his evening bath" that was her rendezvous.She slowly rose from the creaking furniture and slid her feet into her comfortable rubber slippers. Her footfalls echoed in the dark corridor as she carried the pail to her room, her favorite pink towel on her left shoulder. She got to the room and almost dropped the pail.He was sitting.