The world could fall down around her, as it had a tendency to do over time, her father’s death, her sister’s nasty divorce, her husband’s distan...e, her own children’s betrayals, but David was a constant, her rock. She worshipped his shaft as if it were holy, and to her, that is exactly what it was. Her tongue surfacing it, every ridge and vein, the entire length, a sweet and silent invocation, again and again and again. His moans of pleasure fed her like nothing else she had ever known, and. I needed something to take my mind off things, so I closed my eyes and zoned out and let Belle worship my cock. Who gave a shit what its original size was, anyway? I KNOW it wasn't small -- it was average, anyway..."Good God! Where did you get that thing?" My eyes flew open and I grabbed Belle's head -- and she went "Glurk!" because I pulled her in on a downstroke. Donna was standing there, bug-eyed.I let go of poor Belle and muttered "Sorry!" then rounded on Donna, "It's always been there...". When it came to my turn, I squatted down in front of her and took a look at the lay of the land. Keeping my internal recorders running, I noted the matted pubic hair, the swollen inner lips, the wet look of her vagina, perineum, and anus, and the like. I reached forward to gather tactile information, and she let out a shriek like I had stabbed her and snapped her legs closed. She barely missed trapping my head and hand in the process. Startled, I fell back on my heels. Her crude attempt at. After several minutes, those spanks changed to the landing on the same bottom cheek several times and then landing on the other bottom cheeks several times, so she squirmed around even more. As the spanking proceeded, Kinkyhelen was so focused on looking at Angela’s calf muscles as they tensed because she found that so sexy, that she didn’t notice that the privacy partition was being taken down so that all the diners in the restaurant had a good view of her being spanked. All she did know was.