Rylee fell over backwards, her legs still crossed. "Ouch Mom why did you poke me?" "I had to make sure you were real… you're not me are you?" Cla...re said really seriously. Rylee burst out laughing, she rolled on the floor, laughing hysterically. "O.M.G. mom I can't believe you just said that." She kept giggling. "Mom, I just peed myself!" She whispered embarrassed. "I think the punch was spiked sweetpea, I think we're high!" Claire told her daughter between giggles, her head felt. I asked her to lay her towel on the couch and lay face down. My interest was now on the oils so I didn’t noticed what Amy was doing or thinking, or even how long it took her to come to her own decision. Once my choice of oil was made Amy was face down on the couch as I had asked of her. The towel that was once wrapped around her body now placed full length of the couch, her naked form on top of it. I knelt next to the couch and spent the next twenty minutes working on her shoulder. Although my. I learned something very important about myself that night. Even though we got back to having really great sex, I knew we still had to end it. Besides what Carl didn’t know is, that I was interested in another guy and was going out on a date with him the next day. That guy turned out to be Jim, my fiancé. Jim is a great guy. He is handsome, smart and ambitious. Jim is a great lover. He makes the best love to me. But Jim is a good boy. Jim makes love to me but he never "fucks" me, if you know. I was trying to prepare myself for his orgasm. I wasn't expecting him to scoop me up in his arms and carry me into the bedroom. He kissed my mouth again as he lay me on the bed."Roll over and show me your ass, Wendy," he said.I lay atop the blanket with my ass hiked up a little."Such a pretty little bottom," he said. "Wiggle it for me, Wendy."I felt my hard cock throbbing beneath me. He started spanking me harder now. I winced in pain, but I loved every dirty second of it."You're my little.