) Rach, the woman who introduced me to the life of sexuality until she moved out of our house last year. Now I was eighteen and still in high school.M...eting her at the train station, here she was: a big woman, tall and beautiful with a skirt shorter than women of her age were wearing in those years, tight around this enormous butt that I remembered so intensely. High heels made her strong curvaceous legs look very sexy, a loose white blouse left her shoulders free; there were no bra straps.I. What do you mean .. who else knows?" Sheila gasped realizing she'd just admitted that he was right, only to find herself bent over his left arm as he smacked the backs of her thighs sharply three time each."Thou protests too much," he growled pushing her skirt up into the middle of her back and firmly yanking her panties up into the crease of her ass cheeks. "Shh! You're gettin your butt whooped good and hard. No more talk! You can cry all you like but no more words."Sheila nodded wide eyed as. " Let me go, right now!" Shhhhh. It will be alright."I stepped around Mom so I could see her front. The robe had fallen part way open to Mom's waist, where it remained cinched, but it parted just below her panties to reveal a simple, short night slip that covered her legs only to mid-thigh level. The bodice wasn't deeply cut but was still low enough to expose more of the inner swells of her breast than I had seen before. And, of course, she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. She looked great.The. Music was blasting, multi-color flashing out of every window in the house, and you could see the shadows of people dancing and doing other things. As soon as I walked in I was surrounded by people congratulating me and patting me on the back. Heading to the basement, I grabbed one of the drinks on the table, knowing that's where the real fun was at. Down in the basement I pushed past the half naked people dancing and moved to the back wall were knew Rachael was waiting. I walked up behind her.