I opened the door and saw you, dressed in a skirt with a matching top and flip-flops. I welcomed you in apologizing for not being dressed explaining t...at I took my pants and shirt off to be more comfortable. I told you I was cooking so I had to get back to that and you said you needed to go to the bathroom. You went ahead and I went back to the frying pan, increasing the temperature and flipping everything over. I was surprised when your arms slipped around my sides holding close onto my tummy. " "You will also find out that once you start having orgasms, they are like the proverbial potato chip, you can't just have one!!!" "Some days your vagina will have to be taken care of two or three times, depending on how you feel!" "I'm telling you all of this, just so you'll know that it's okay to need and have orgasms often!" "Now," her mom went on, "as you can see, just from talking about sex, my nipples have become very hard, and I see that yours have. Ariadne bent over me and I handspanked her, then removed her panties. Usually at this point, I played with her cunt, but not during punishment. Harder slaps preceded the paddle, which really made her bum warm. (Her dark skin doesn't pink much, but it sure bruises!) After the spanking, I placed her backwards on the chair, her stomach supported by the seat, her calves against the support, but with her knees on pillows on the floor. I cropped her quite hard, enough to leave marks. Her gasps and. Thank you very much. Um, these words came out of my mouth before I could stop them. Solomon looked at me, and smirked. I looked past him, and noticed that students were looking at us. Oh, shit. Did I just blurt those things out loud in the library? Apparently so. Damn that Solomon! I stood there, flustered. Solomon gently took my arm, and asked me to join him for coffee. I don’t know why but I accepted. We went to this little café located right next to the Ryerson University library. Once.