Faith arrived for what was really her last session, only she didn't know it. She had concluded two or three sessions back that she had achieved her go...l. Even the therapist expressed the opinion that she didn't need to keep coming, but Faith had an ulterior motive. She was afraid to stop coming because she didn't want to lose the handsome young man. She had grown fond of him simply gazing into his eyes as they passed. Her blushes had continued and she had started feeling odd sensations in her. Exciting, eh? That word had touched a nerve and Susan fidgeted in her bed. Held down tight over that lap with her bottom up – she couldn't stop thinking about it. And on top of it all the idea of her knickers coming down was definitely giving her that kind of shiver.The kind of shiver that led to what had become rather a habit. One she had vowed to wean herself off this term. But now, in the tingling aftermath of the spanking she was getting way too primed.The breathing from the other bed was. " Do you ever listen?" Josh huffed. He took a deep breath and let it out. "I told you already that you shouldn't wear clothes to bed. They're damp from perspiration and humidity. That's what is making you cold. I'm nude and I'm comfortable in my bag." TMI, Josh. Way too much information," Molly answered. "It seems backwards to undress to warm up ... but I'll do what you say." All of the clothes you wore today are damp and keeping you cool," Josh explained patiently. "You put a wet compress on. There were at least 5 pussies, I had fucked after the first debacle but after this episodes, I considered all the previous pussy fucking as debacles. Maurine, was my landlady. She was almost 50 and a widow for at least 20 years. Her husband died in a freak accident on job and she never got married again. She was a graceful lady of at least 5’ 7’’ height. I had always seen her in a long gown like shirt worn by the women at home and could never tell that her breasts were such beautiful, curvy and.