” “Why?” I asked. “Because,” she moaned, moving her hips on me, “you’re not Jeremy. I love the feel of your cock filling me up.” “Th...t’s it?” I pressed her. “You fuck me different. I like the difference.” “What’s different?” “The fullness, the feel,” she said, “The tempo, and even the foreplay. You do it differently and I love the difference. Aren’t I different from Tracy?” I grinned at her. “Yes, definitely,” I admitted. “It’s good, though?” she said, in more of a statement than a question.. Rahul just stood still for a brief moment and began to admire his mom’s beauty. It had been a while, almost 4 years, since he saw his mom naked or even just wearing a petticoat like she was wearing at present.Shivani: Are you just going to stand there, or will you remove your clothes, or do you expect me to do that as well?Rahul: Oh, sorry! What should I remove?Shivani: I have seen you naked a lot of times. But if you feel shy, wear your underwear and remove the rest.Rahul wanted to show off. The burning sensation coming across my ass, the loud sonic booms coming from each slap, the speed, and repetitiveness of being spanked.All of it had my little cock drooling precum.I had started to yelp, cry out with each smack. Then he stopped, after a few minutes passed and he regained his composure he began caressing my firm ample ass. Gently, slowly gliding his hand over each curve on one cheek then the other. I could feel the whelps caused by the beating I'd just received. They were. And he wanted Isabel to be a prominent part of the family business. She had been trained her whole life to take over when he retired. She often wondered what he would do if he found out that his only daughter was a lesbian who was playing bondage games with a girl who worked at a gas station and was miles below the Turner family in regards to the social scale. But Isabel couldn’t think about that at the moment. All she could think about was the beautiful girl sitting across from her on the park.