"You're beautiful ... so beautiful, Kira..."She blushed and slowly pulled the covers back over her body. I managed to shrug out of the robe and get un...er, as well, but not before Kira's eyes had a moment to see me naked again. I rested, staring at the ceiling."How did it start, Mom? With you and Jackie?"Please, Jackie's voice came to me suddenly, let me show you... I was fourteen-years old. Over the previous year, I'd hit puberty and started growing taller, my breasts becoming fuller and. Relentlessly the caning went on measured slow and regular from 10 to 20 on the 20th stoke it instantly finished, he telling his victim to remain still, and telling me I could now fuck my own wife.I was round at the back of the still sobbing Dawn and sliding my tool into her like a dose of salts, her buttocks red and marked, her pussy red hot and very wet, I began to stroke but in only a handful of thrusts I was splashing the interior of her womb, having for the last few hours been kept in an. ’ ‘How long does it take?’ ‘Just a couple of hours.’ ‘I don’t know,’ I said. ‘Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.’ ‘Marri, it’s just a job! Once you’ve got your masters, you’re done. Or even before that. They only want you to sign a one-month contract at a time. You’re not going to get a better deal anywhere else. Believe me, I’ve looked. You get all of the days to yourself, plus one weeknight and one weekend night off. Just go talk to them. Trust me.’ ‘All right.’ We pulled into the driveway. ” He’d thought of everything. “Amateur meteorologist?” I asked with a grin. “Weather bureau,” he smiled. “Home page of surfers the world over.” Rupali took her board. “Is this one special?” “Not so much. I use it on rocks and reefs,” Spike said. “Oh,” Rupali looked deflated, realising she’d been handed the surfboard equivalent of a Volkswagon Beetle. “Oh, I almost forgot...” she quickly turned and dashed back to her beach bag, rooted around in the bottom and brought out a black velvet pouch.