“I know how strong you are,” he whispered, taking his hands from her rear as the fortress-temple fell away beneath them. “So hold on. Tight.” ...is hands slid between their bodies, jerking with each beat of his wings, to work at the buttons of her blouse. When it opened for him he slid his hands inside, stroking and caressing her skin as he helped work each sleeve off in turn.“Goddess…you are mad,” She exhaled, fingers digging into his back. Her blouse billowed and flittered towards the ground. They moved to an open area that served as a stage, and started dancing the hula as an older man sang a traditional song in a voice that slid from tenor to falsetto as effortlessly as the women danced. I was spellbound.Manu came over and asked me how I was doing. "I'm doing fine, thanks. Is that the traditional hula?" Well, it's the best we can do. A lot of those traditions were lost when you haoles took over. But the old people say that we have the spirit right." I'm not a haole! I'm colored!". I sometimes prefer a more personal touch when I provide pleasure to my pets. Remain bent over.” Lorraine raised her arm and landed a stinging blow on Angela’s exposed ass, followed by eleven more. When Lorraine was through, she asked if Angela would like to stop or if she wanted more. “More please, Mistress.” “Excellent answer. You are learning.” Lorraine proceeded to apply another dozen strokes to Angela’s ass, leaving very distinct bright red hand prints. When Lorraine was done, she had. "I can not tell you how powerful I felt, necking with a full grown woman, lights on, in her kitchen, in front of her children, and she liked it! My dick was setting new records on that Rockwell Scale. The power was almost better than the tit and ass I was pawing. Before we sat down to eat, Marty found one error in my homework, I felt better, because it was one of those 1 and 1 equals 6 type, rather than a failure to understand the process. Then Kathy proved why she was the perfect mom. "I made.