Her laundry was something that damn-well needed to be done. As often as not, it added only minutes to the time he had to spend on doing his own laundr....“Well, I’ll do chores when we’re married. You said so. That might as well include laundry. It’s a lot for you to carry. So, I’ll do laundry when we’re married. We’re going to be married for this week.” Maybe that was clearer in his mind than it had been in his words. She didn’t look puzzled, though. Indeed, she looked fond of him, which made her. I was carrying my book bag, and in it were books, nothing else; no undies, no skirt, no blouse. Nothing. I had nothing on but my loafers, my gold cross and my glasses.It meant I was committed to my plan, though I suppose there are some people who will say I should be just plain committed.Once I walked out the door I had nothing to cover myself with until I got home again that afternoon. What's more, I'd vowed not to dress again until - well, indefinitely, though I think in the back of my mind. She grabbed me around the waist and picked me up over her hip, and with amazing swiftness brought her fat hand down hard on my bare butt one two three four five six seven times in rapidsuccession. It was enough to make me cry. "Now Robert, that is no way to behave." She thundered. "If you are reallysick, you had better go straight back to bed. So put your little pantsback on and march back to the bedroom." I did as I was asked. Mrs. Beechwood pointed to my sister Victoria's room,and said:. Claire looked into Stan's eyes and their lips met in a passionate, deep kiss. Soon their tongues were fighting that battle where everyone wins and Stan’s hand was rushing up the length of her thigh to her sopping wet pussy. They kissed and moaned as they moved to the bed. Stan helped her undress; she was wearing a garter belt and silk hose. Stan felt that maybe this was pre-planned. They were soon naked and the foreplay consisted of oral stimulation of each other's sex and very quick kissing..