A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon - The Woody Back to School Unit

A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon
bumbags. It is clear that Claire wasn’t exaggerating
when she said that the Grand Master’s new cane was
a killer, the stripes on display are extremely ripe.
Once again I admit that in some strata’s of
society the concept of being bent over a lap with
one’s bumbags around one’s ankles so that your
chums can perform inspection might seem a little
peculiar; but of course at Woodys it is an every-day
event.
Melanie is a physical phenomenon. She is even
shorter that I am but she is gifted with the most
extraordinary beautiful pair of breasts. Before I
started to go steady with Penny Ann I seduced
Melons a time or two. She is not actually that way
inclined but when you are locked up for threequarters
of the year boredom sets in. Besides who
could resist the charms of Yours Truly?
In contrast to her front view her bottom is
really quite under-sized so it is a tribute to the Grand
Master’s skill with a cane that every stroke was
contained within the safe zone we call the sweet spot.
Rosemary dips her fingers into a pot and
greases them. She expertly runs the tips of her
fingers along the stripes. She explains that her latest
potion is comprised of aloe vera and mint and an
obscure herb that she had managed to secure,
doubtless with the help of the Bounder.
Melanie wriggles and squirms. “Whoa, that
stings,” she mutters.
“Give it a few seconds,” Rosemary reassures
her, “that sting will turn into a tingle and then it will
completely cool you down.”