Slowly, he rolled up his sleeves. He looked pensive, determined, calculating. I knew I was in trouble now.“Bend over my desk, please,” he asked.�...For what?!!”“I’m going to give you a spanking for your disobedience,” he said matter-of-factly.“I am NOT bending over your desk!” I yelled.“Would you rather be over my knee?” He asked sarcastically.“No!”“Look, I’m give you a choice. Make a choice or I will make one for you.”“You are a sick fucking bastard!”“And you will be thinking that every time you. This continued for few more weeks where we became close friends. We exchanged numbers but never did chatting and all. She preferred to call and talk or we would get together almost every evening at her home to talk. She introduced me to her husband also and he was also a cool guy. They would invite me to dinner and whenever they prepare non-veg food. We had a normal good neighbor relationship. I used to call her Madhu aunty as she liked that.One day on Friday, as usual, I knocked her door and. You are such a slut!'. Blondie was her nickname for my mom. 'Thank you. You look adorable with those pigtails baby. May I take your coat?', said my mom and moved behind Lana to take her coat. As the coat came off I realized why she was wearing it. She was wearing a pink half cup bra, pink suspenders and pink stockings. Again...no panties. Her black bush looked wet and ready to fuck. My mom grabbed one firm medium breast from behind her with one hand, put her other hand on her wet pussy and. I killed the game and started to chat with Lana. It was idle chit chat for a while, my eyes repeatedly drifting to the luscious mounds beneath her tight t-shirt. As the night wore on, it turned out we had a lot to talk about. Neither one of us seemed to be getting any more tired than when we had started. “So, I know I’ll do plenty of this when I get back to college, but what the hell.” Lana said and jumped up, her sexy body springing to life. She trotted off down the hall, affording me a.