She couldn't help but remember what Betty had told her. That she would know Paul better than anyone. She didn't feel that to be fully true but she did...have a feeling that her worries weren't something that she should take so seriously right now. Deep down, she didn't truly believe it would change Paul. She knew he would be able to handle the responsibility that had been given to him.Jennifer leaned over his lap, preparing herself for the spanking. She planned on trying to remain emotionless. After the Second World War it was discovered that everybody in Holland had been working for the Dutch Resistance. That was not really the case, of course, and during the war my father and his brother had been working for different sides. This was the cause of their bitter enmity. In his Last Will and Testament, Uncle Paul had provided for the financial well-being of his widow but stipulated that the farm estate and the manor house should pass to any Rosenhagen bachelor related to him by blood. She smiled again. Evidently I wasnt the only one getting excited by how taboo this act was! Liz, I asked, do you want me to fuck you? Please fuck me, Uncle Patrick! I lined my prick up with her pussy and rubbed my head in her lips to lubricate it a little. This might hurt a little, Liz. Let me know if you want me to stop or slow down. She just shook her head ok and stared down at my penis that was about to penetrate her for the first time. I looked at her face and wanted to see the expression. Instead she - he - looked totallynonplussed, like a cornered mouse unsure where to run from the cat thenseemed to take a hint and started to move out -The security guard frowned. "Hey stop -!" Yo! You don't want her to piss here on your shoes, do you?" I chaffed."She's comin' right back either way!!"The guard frowned, looked at me, my handful of CDs then at Craig thengrudgingly shrugged and Craig looked at me blankly then scurried off."Next time tell your sister to keep her hands outta her.