As I opened my car door, I noted that she was, indeed, fixing her makeup. I retrieved my digital camera from the trunk before walking to the front of ...he car and sitting on the hood, facing away from her. I stuffed the camera into a cargo pocket and smiled to myself, contemplating her vanity. She had to know how good she looked; how could she not?A short while later, I heard her car door open, I turned my head to her, watching her exit, purse in hand. When she pulled the hem of her dress back. The room smelled of sex. It was wonderful. No longer concerned with my own orgasm, I concentrated on hers. My left hand drifted from her nipple to her clit and began strumming the sensitive nub. Looking up, past her breasts, I could see the dreamy look on her face as she rocked and rolled, her own orgasm building. As she leaned forward, my mouth found her clit again and my hand slid around. Two fingers slid easily inside her, with my pinky teasing her sphincter. She was moaning now, getting. He tried to squirm free, but with his arm locked painfullyagainst his shoulder, he could not evade the blows as they rained down.In seemingly no time at all, he was choking out sobs while hot tears ofpain and humiliation ran down his face. He was reduced to abjectpleading for mercy from the fire in his flesh. But his stepmother neverslowed in her spanking."Well Andrew," she taunted him, "you say you have learned your lesson,but I will be the judge of that. This will not stop until I amsatisfied. Helen was younger then her and in good shape, she noticed the husband looking her over as they talked and drank, and his penis swelling, something he appeared proud off, as he made no effort to hide it.His wife had seen the effect Helen was having on her husband, but she appeared cool and Helen wondered if they were swingers.To her horror Helen also noted her pussy was swollen, so she crossed her legs, something the husband had been observing too.There was a splash and they all turned to see.