The genuine tears (There was no question of his faking!) and uncontrolled cries excited me to new heights and I spanked him harder and faster than eve.... His bouncing provided me just enough time between blows to clench my thighs, pressuring my sensitized clit. “Ah, you’ll do your homework after this!” I managed to gasp as an orgasm coursed through my body. I closed my eyes and threw back my head, mechanically slapping as my hot cunt spasmed. My rhythm slowed as my arousal passed the peak. I. I'd guess she'd had those jeans for a long time and had filled out some, making them nice and snug.I knew right away she was a lady. The way she moved was graceful but with a bit of awkwardness, like she wasn't used to the two-step and maybe hadn't ever been in a place like this before. There were a couple of other tip-offs. The black, tight fitting jeans had a Gucci label and flared legs. I knew what they cost 'cause Dixie had come home from a shopping trip to Dallas with a girl friend with. I wasn’t wearing a bra or thong as I looked at my reflection in the full length mirrors on my wardrobes in the bedroom. I did look hot that’s for sure. As I began to practice gyrating and swivelling my hips I heard hubby’s key enter the lock of the front door.“I’m upstairs” I shouted as the door closed behind him.Hubby climbed the stairs and opened the bedroom door. Standing in the frame he whistled and said “Wow!”“Do you like the outfit?” I quizzed“Because I have a very good reason for wearing. It looks fine.”“No thanks to you.”“Look, Jason, I’m sorry about yesterday.”“I know. You told me yesterday. Do you mean it?”“Of course I do.”“Is the principal making you say that?”“NO! That’s ... insulting.”“Okay, fine. Apology accepted. I didn’t mean to be angry with you. It’s just, I don’t know, you made me nervous.”“I’m sorry, and thank you for forgiving me. We better get to our classes.”I had a couple more RR’s on my way to art class. One girl asked to fondle my junk. Weird, but what could I.