What’s the verdict, judge?” Aron made a small attempt to joke, but it was clear to Carter, clear as day, that the guy was nervous.He remembered th...t night. All too well. The dream he had had, the girl’s soft lips on his, all well in his imagination, he, the chosen boy, not the other. Funny thing, he could not remember her name, or her face, or anything about her right now. Only the sensation - the imaginary sensation - of her lips on his.And now, at 32, 18 years later, 18 frigging years later,. " More laughter. She'd probably die from lack of oxygen soon. I was a bit annoyed now. She caught her breath, "it's just so funny hearing you say that hunny, phew." She got out a few more chuckles and said bouncing up and down excitedly, "come on! Next hand! I'm having fun now!" I had a good hand this time. Full house, so I was going to win, but I wanted to get more out of it. I went all in. "What? You think I'm just going to fold, so I can't ask you any more questions? I wasn't born. I was enjoying the moment and didn’t want to rush, so allowed her to make the move. After sometime she gradually started unbuttoning my shirt and me helped her to do. Still continuing to kiss her, biting her lips now and then. Her smell was mesmerizing. I started removing her pallu and started caressing her beautiful 38D breasts with blouse. Slowly removed the blouse. Saw her boobs in a red brassiere. Wow, amazing. What a size what a shape. I started chewing it with a bra. And my hands were. So on spring break, I went back to the old school and had Miss Johnson spank me again. Before I left the old school, we set it up where I would go to Miss Johnson's home every Friday night at seven to be spanked. The college that I go to is only an hour away from where Miss Johnson lives, so this worked out fine for me.She gave me quite the spanking in the school when I visited her, but I wasn't sure what it was going to be like to be spanked in her house. I thought that I had allowed plenty.