”I smiled too, recently an unfamiliar expression, and one my face took a second or two to adopt. “But old. Betula. Hebrew for ‘maid’, I think....��Still smiling, she shook her head. “Also a name for the silver birch. You have a lot of living to do, Bert.” She patted my shoulder. “I will leave you in peace for now.”So for another hour or so I sat, catching ephemeral movements out of the corner of my eyes, listening to the birds and the tinkle of water in the stream, before setting off home.At. "Do you think he'd put some of that stuff on me? He really hurt me when he spanked my bottom yesterday."I was going to tell Sam she was full of it when Leslie said "It's the least he can do after being so mean to you." Now wait a minute... " My plea fell on deaf ears.As she was scooting over to the far side of the bed, Les said "Take off your shorts."Sam kicked off her sandals and slid her tight shorts down her legs. Her back was towards me and I could see the indentation of her ass through her. Next day she went back and was there for about half an hour. She said the same thing happened again, she kissed him as she left but this time she lingered a little longer and it was a bit more passionate and at one stage dirty old Maurice put his hand on her bum, she was wearing a light summer dress so he would have had a good feel. I asked her what her tease would be next day and she just said, I don’t know, whatever seems natural. By this stage she was less giggly about the game and I think. ” With a flirting smile and roll of her eyes, she added, “In the meantime let’s have a little taste of what will come,” giving me a comical grin to emphasize the pun. Pulling me close again she gave me one of those marvelous kisses that had held me, prisoner since November. Her hand pressed against my groin to feel if something worthwhile might be growing. At the feel of my swelling erection, she said, “Nice.” Her fingers went to my zipper and worked it down.Reaching inside my BVDs she worked.