Your arm is broke!”There was once a sheep farmer who had a French farm hand working with him to help castrate his sheep. As the farmer castrated the...sheep, the French farm hand took the parts and was about to throw them into the trash. “No!” yelled the farmer “Don’t throw those away! My wife fries them up and we eat them, they’re delicious! They’re called sheep fries!” The farm hand saved the parts and took them to the farmer’s wife who cooked them up for supper. This went on for three days .... Unlike the area, the house was beautifully kept and sparklingly clean ... save only for a small den which appeared to be the lair of her hubby I presumed which looked like a bomb had hit it."God I can't believe you came." Alice said as we hugged."Well your Mum said I had to try and make you happy." I replied. "So tell me what's going on?" I've been such a fool." She said. "I married Toby because of his looks, despite all my friends warning me that he was a chancer, a player and a bit of a. Crack! Spank! Spank! Splat!Conversations ceased as the sounds of “A”’s hard hand connecting with my bare bottom resounded through the little restaurant. Oddly, though everybody was watching, nobody seemed to think it was at all unusual. A couple of the teenagers at one table giggled a little, till their father said, “That’s what ought to happen to boys who whine!” “Oww! Wow Ouch!”Of course, I didn’t hear too many of the remarks, because the pain of “A”’s palm on my naked cheeks was so intense,. She was thin but with breasts that were slightly too large for her frame, with really dark hard nipples, moving my eyes down between her legs I was glad to see she had not shaved her pussy hair off, but was trimmed into a pretty V, her triangle was a delightful chocolate brown as well, all in all, she was just perfect. I take my glass of bubbly and tip it slightly, aiming it over Kym’s lovely body. I start at her breasts and move the glass down over her belly and finish the glass over her.