I went to my daughter waiting in the family room."Oh mother, you look beautiful." Carroll said as I waked into the room. I wore almost the exact same ...ress, as Carroll except my dress was heavily glass beaded and three quartered sleeves with matching beaded four-inch pumps.This brought a smile to my face as I gazed at my gorgeous daughter. It wasn't hard to think of Carroll as my daughter and not of my son dressed as she was. As I had said before, my son was gone forever at Carroll's hand. I. We need to get you spanked, you naughty girl.”“Please?”“No, my slut. Get those pants down, get across that desk. I’m sure you remember how.”She huffed, tried to act upset, but a squeeze of her clamped nipple and she was moving to the desk. Her snatch was as wet as a London winter as she pulled her slacks and panties down to her ankles. She wanted a spanking, wanted to feel his touch, even wanted it to hurt. She needed to feel his, to feel owned, he’d been too far away. She bent over the. " Sabrina scowled. "That guy's a jerk. But if I have to, I will. I like Lindsay too much to let her get into trouble like this if I can do something about it." Why is she staying with her cousin?" Devlin asked. "Don't her folks live down south somewhere?" Her Mom sent her up here from some small town in eastern Kentucky," Sue Ellen said. "The story I heard was that her father and older brother were sniffing around her. They start young in Kentucky, her mother was only 15 when she had Lindsay.". Aunt Shari, Libby, Buster and grandpa went together. Uncle Tom, Harry and I slept together. We hardly slept. Uncle Tom had been dreaming of fucking me for some time and he refused to let me sleep even when I was half unconscious. I must have passed out three times but uncle Tom and his pet Harry kept on fucking me mercilessly until morning. Uncle Tom fucked me with ferocity that matched my daddy and grandpa's. Harry was not gentle either. My young growing body was tired and limp by early.