." He unwinds her leg and moves away from her kisses. "And do you remember what happened when we talked about it?" She remembers.... he put ...er over his knee as he sat on the bed and spanked her bottom... it was kind of fun really, she remembers pretending to squeal and wriggle and before she knew it they were in bed having really hot sex. "You said you were sorry and you wouldn’t do it anymore. But you haven’t learned your lesson at all have you?" "Ooh no sorry" she says. "You. She rotated it twice, while I watched her little hole grip onto it, then plunged in another couple of inches. She started fucking it in and out, faster, moaning with pleasure, until the banana skin split and the fruit oozed out. She eased the broken banana out her bum. 'Woo hoo, can't believe I finally did it. I've been trying for weeks. That's the first time I've managed. That felt awesome, you have to try, Steff, you really do.' 'That looked amazing' I said 'doesn't it hurt though.' 'At. Questions?" Do you know the story of the barramundi?" Yes. You can look it up when we're back and write it up for Monday week. And while I think of it, Carol, you write about didgeridoos and Louis, you write up the maternal and paternal symbolism. Okay?"Well, she hadn't forgotten the trip's purpose. A thesis and three paper topics in just about 24 hours. Not bad. We'd see how other things turn out."Gordy?" Yes, Louis?" What would have happened if I had – uh – selected a maiden?" One of the ones. This time he looked at my legs as he was about to slap them again and he saw me playing with my wet pussy. His eyes stared at my shinning pussy and I knew he wanted more. I brought my legs back down from the dash and crossed my legs not letting him see anymore, but I knew he wanted me badly, just like I wanted him. As he sped up to the next lay-by which was 10 miles away I leaned across to him and began to nibble on his ear whilst unbuttoning his jeans, thank god he didn’t have a belt on. His.