He lifted her and made her sit on the kitchen slab, standing between her legs he kissed her lips so passionately that, she moaned and made him come cl...ser, and then he went on his knees and placed her legs on his shoulders, he placed his hand down on her, she moaned like she was permitting him to touch every inch of her body. He brought his head between her legs and touched his lips on her p***y. She moaned, he licked and licked her, she was having intense feeling of his love, he stood up and. Then I went to class. On Friday she was again early and we warmed up together. I noticed that today she was wearing shorts and a polo shirt. Previously, she had worn slacks to class. When I looked at her legs, I saw why. There were a number of bruises that were about to go away. When I asked her about them, she replied that they were bruises from a sorority softball game the previous week, she blushed when I asked about them. When class was over, she waited for me to put the clubs away and then. He makes his unsteady way along the carriages between the too close together seats in pursuit of his errand. Continuing the balancing act on the way back, a much more precarious task with two cartons of coffee to hand, stops before his carriage to take a piss. Fucking engaged, of course. He puts the coffees down on the floor and waits. The door opens and it’s her. She opens the door wide but makes no effort to leave the cubicle. What the fuck is she playing at? A hand goes down to her groin and. Marti was married so Brandy figured that her husband had finally quit being a stick-in-the-mud when it came to sex and told her so. Marti had giggled and confessed that it was not her husband but a man named Paul. Marti scribbled his name and phone number on a piece of paper and gave it to Brandy, telling her to call him. She was aware that Brandy had the same fantasy -- to be spanked.It had taken Brandy five days to get up the courage to call and she was glad she had. It was the best.