Once again I asked Lucy to describe what was going to happen. “I’m going to receive twelve strokes of the cane on my bottom over my tights Sir”....I advised Lucy she was correct and with the cane firmly in my hand I offered it to the centre of her bottom applying light taps in preparation. “Are you ready Lucy” I enquired “Yes Sir,” her reply. “I want you to count the strokes out loud for me,” once again Lucy replied “Yes Sir”. I raised the cane and brought it down firmly across the centre of her. Shame burns my cheeks. No. I can't think of that stuff now. Zander's behaving like too much of a gentleman. It isn't right--I close my eyes, where the sun limns his outline as he dozes, profile-perfect, supine and tranquil on the other half of my beach towel. Later, we share a fleece blanket and a kiss to warm us against the violet-skied chill as Quonnicut Light's beacon winks at the moon. Hold on. Am I having some sort of madonna-whore complex about this guy? Is it even possible for such a. I separated pussy lips; saw my birth hole from close, it looked deep inside. My dick was paining because of more blood flow. I decided to fuck my mom’s pussy.I made mom to sleep on bed while I stood on floor such a way that my dick and her pussy are in same plane so that I can access and fuck her properly. I separated mom thighs for maximum extent, she liked it. I could see mom’s pussy exactly in front of my dick. Mom was moaning, started breathing heavily, her boobs were moving up and down,. Emily disappeared into the dark for an instant then came up behind me. "Take a deep breath, I'm going to put some of this on you. ." And before I could even ask what it was, I felt her hand side down my cock! I had to take a few deep breaths, my dick was on fire! Her hand was covered in some sort of ointment designed to forestall ejaculation which caused me to think my dick was going burst into flames for a few seconds; but then gradually... it started to cool down and then tingle. I was still.