I have to give you credit for that.”“Can you share it on your Facebook News page, please?”“Sure. I was wondering if you were hard enough for a...other blow job?”“Oh, I’m still savoring that first one, Sis! It will forever be in my memory.”“You do understand about love, don’t you? When you told that you loved me, I kind of freaked out. Do you have any condoms?”“NO!” I said, probably over-reacting. “Why do I need any condoms? I won’t be making love to anyone, but my left hand for a very long time.. He never thanked me, but every night when he pulled me in close I knew he appreciated it. I had woken up with morning wood against my ass a few times. I always ignored it, chalking it up to nature. But this morning was different; my father was grinding against me slowly. His breathing was heavy and his voice was hoarse as he whispered, “It’s been so long.” I sat frozen, focusing on the feeling against my behind. Being so close to my father over the past couple years had bubbled up feelings of. Sarah stood up and turned to find him standing next to her. Swallowing hard she stepped to the side her heart pounding in her chest. He was so, she struggled to find the right word, male.His height intimidated her but it was more than that, it was the way he stood, confident, strong and almost predatory. Even when he had walked over to her it was almost like a tiger stalking its prey. Sarah felt like the prey but the idea of being eaten by this tiger only made her hotter.Mark and another. “Excuse me, Miss Cook. What’s a dorm mother?” Amy asked quietly.Katherine nodded at the young lady with the long blonde hair.“A dorm mother is a lady who would look after younger women at American colleges. They would help them with problems but also may administer discipline to them if they were poorly behaved.”“Oh?” Amy Corcoran was still confused.“I used to be a governess and would regularly punish my charges with corporal punishment – usually a spanking with my left hand, or a few smacks.