SPANKKKKKSPANNNKKKKSPAAAAANKKKKKKI spanked her ass good until she screamed.AHHHHHAHHHHHHHAHHHHHHHHHHHHThen I slapped her pussy too over the pantie.“...lease uncle, stop it. I can’t control” she begged. But I was not in the mood to stop. I turned her over on the back and came down on the floor. Then I lowered her pantie and planted my face between her fleshy fair thighs.I was rubbing and fingering her asshole now. My tongue was on her pussy. I was so much thirsty for this young lady’s cum. I was. .. absolutely nothing; no housework, no yard work, no cooking, nothing but sitting in front of the television all day, each day. The next week, Cathy told him that she needed to attend a meeting in Chicago over the weekend and that she would drop their daughter off at her mother's house so that he wouldn't have to worry about caring for her. Steve looked at her strangely, as if to ask with his eyes why she would do that, but he said not a word.Cathy made it clear to Melissa that she wanted to. If you can’t talk in a half way civil manner, I won’t bother asking if you would be interested in playing piano and keyboards in a band that Paul, Cathy and I are thinking of starting.”His derisive laugh told me darn near everything I needed to know about his thoughts and answer to my invitation. He then smugly added, “What makes you dip-wads think you can start a band anyhow? Paul and Cathy are OK musicians, but what the hell are you going to play? The tambourine or the bongos?”“I hate to say. If you're not, I can always look for someone else."She stood up, putting down her drink. She was wearing a red dress, tight in the bodice to show off her tits, low-cut into the cleavage, in shimmery swirls down her long, black-stockinged legs."Well?" she asked."Don't go," he said, putting down his own drink. Gingerly, still uncertain, he came near. Nicole smiled and waited.She had picked him up in a hotel lounge near the airport. She was on her way back from confirming that Mr. and Mrs..