But it felt very good, and my juices began to soak my inner thighs in earnest.He hit me several more times with the paddle and then he walked around t...e bench and showed me a different paddle, this one wooden. My eyes widened in surprise and a little bit of fear; I knew the wood would sting a lot more than the leather.Daddy walked back behind me and swatted me, and I yelped in pain. “Ooowww,” I cried. But he ignored me and hit me again, and as the warmth spread across my butt the pain became. One thing that I knew for sure was that I would keep her naked as much as I could, just as I would with Stacey and Trish. I also pictured her in a bridal gown with Trish as de facto mother of the bride and Stacey as matron of honor. Vince could be my best man and Duane could give her away as if he were the father of the bride. He was still her boyfriend, after all, and quite a bit her senior. I could imagine my cum, Duane’s, and Vince’s all mixed together, running down her thighs and staining. She was an amazing kisser. I liked how gentle and loving it was. A real improvement from what I was used to.“Why don’t we undress? I want to make love to you." Gretchen said softly.We both stood up and removed our clothes. Gretchen grabbed me and we held each other while she kissed me hard on my lips. Her hands were all over me now. My body was tingly all over and my pussy was dripping. I wanted her more than anything.She pushed me onto the bed and got on top of me. We were kissing. . yet... at least not with Stan. He had only made some snide remark about not showing her ass like that in public... and to put on something decent.Yesterday, she remembered she had gotten attention because of her hot pants... but from the wrong man. Ugh! That motorcycle rider... the same one that passed us on the road... and said those awful things to Stan... and made that nasty sign with his hand... He's the same one that was looking at me... and almost undressing me with his eyes! I could.