"OHHHHHH, PLEASE, I'LL BE GOOD," she cried, "NO MORE, PLEASE!" But the strapping went on for a full five minutes, by the time Tom laid the strop down ...nn's ass was a mound of red stripes, some already turning a light blue with white welts on either side of where the strop had landed. As he looked at the form of his now sobbing wife, still bent over with her legs spread and ass hanging over the edge of the bed, he pulled out his now hard and reddened cock and slid it to the hilt into Ann's. Shaving below was a tradition in our Faith and I was the willful one who was at fault. Childish sloth and pride kept my pubic hair in defiance of tradition. Now I had a husband to guide me with a firmer hand.I bowed my head low. “Forgive me, I forgot who I was now. Thank you for the consideration and instruction. I will ask Bop to help me. Tonight or tomorrow back at the house perhaps?”“That would be fine. I would prefer it all gone, but really, if you want to keep some in front, above the. I knew what time he woke up, what time he went to bed and with whom, I even knew what time he brushed his teeth. I knew his tendency to drive too fast on curving roads, I had a plan, and yet I waited. Jonathan telling me he trusted me kept repeating itself in the back of my brain. I knew Jonathan didn’t trust me, the man wouldn’t trust a nun. Running the whole conversation back in my mind, I pinpointed exactly what had been bothering me. Jonathan never mentioned the organization, I did. He had. I watched the results take place, and his eyes closed, and his head slanted back. I surely cheesed and relished that sight. I rubbed my melons on him even harder to ensure I pushed him as hard as I could not make him shoot, but to give him the MILF experience."Yes, savor every second of screwing a MILF, Stan. Deal with the pleasure in your own way, but you're going to need to unload sooner or later. When you do, make sure you let me know so you can splatter my face. I want to feel all of it on.