She asked where it was, I said it must of slipped off.God was it good watching her trying to retrieve it. When she got it out there was so much cum on...or it it I think she believed me. Never forgot her. Next day we fucked twice but I wore the condom.++++My first love was half-black with a medium dark color to her during the summer and a lighter mocha color in the winter. She had the foxy Cleopatra hair goin' on when she didn't have time to tame it in the morning. We were uh...really young when. I increased my force as she pressed more into her boob I was like in heaven she was all sweating. She became very excited I put my hand towards her thing from the from while licking her nipples and stopped at her pussy area. Then I started slowly moving my hand in circular motion she got more excited and grabbed my dick in excitement. I kept doing it for some time then slowly I moved my hand inside her jeans from the front. She just grabbed my hand the she kept holding my hand not allowing me. The next 10 included several strikes to the sensitive area where the thigh meets the butt. These marks were even more pronounced than the cane produced. They took most of the week to go away as the welts faded to bruises. The bruises lasted another week and several marks on her thighs developed light scars.“I want you completely naked for the final 10. Strip and face me.”The 10 landed on the front of her thighs. It was a little more painful because she wasn’t used to being spanked there.“Stand. Her lips tasted sweet, and I returned the kiss with excitement. She pulled away and started to cry. ‘You were right John, you were completely right. I should have listened to you that day. I must have been fucked up in the head, I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m so sorry, I don’t, I mean, what…’ This time it was me to interrupt her with a kiss. She was so beautiful, I could hardly talk. ‘Don’t feel bad Rachel,’ I said. ‘But seriously, I told you he was an asshole.’ She sighed, ‘I know, it.