Didi ki gaand maine dekhi to sahi mai didi ki gaand sujhi hui thi maine didi ko baharosa dilya ki mai aaram se karunaga maine lund ka topa didi ki gaa...d ke darwaje par lagaya or aage ki taraf thela lund ka topa hi didi ki gaand me gaya tha ki didi ki muh se aah nikal gai or usne kaha aaram se kar bhai ye teri bahen ki gand h kisi randi ki nahi jot isse aise chodega maine bhi ek do baar aage piche kar k eek jor daar jhatka maraki mera pura lund didi ki gand me sama gaya or didi ki cheekh nikal. Her B cups were perfect for her slender frame. Her bush was trimmed, just enough to make sure nothing would be showing if she were wearing a bikini. She put her finger to my lips as she sat on my lap. I was already hard from before she interrupted me.“No, you need to answer me. Am I as pretty as the girls in your movies?”“You are. But you shouldn’t be doing this.”Paiten’s entire demeanor changed. Now, instead of the shy girl of just a few seconds ago, she had become a strong, dominant woman.. It was 6:07AM and I had only two customers, chatting in a dark corner. A young woman came in with long blonde hair, sparkling green clothes with a yellow jacket and a red purse. She wore tall black boots, long white gloves and a schizophrenic nightmare of a mask, covering the left side of her face. She wore a large cowgirl hat and expensive deep red shades. She sat upon a bar stool, facing my way but not at me. Her lips were bright red. "Can I help yah, miss?" I said, exaggerating my Italian. It was six weeks after we started dating when Art put me over his lap for the first time. He did it despite the fact I told him my mother already spanked me for smoking just two days before as I had been home on a visit. He stood in front of me while I tried explaining why it was wrong to spank me.“I was having a few drinks with the girls and got offered a cigarette. One led to another and soon I bought a pack so I wouldn’t be mooching all the time. Mom found the pack and had Dad lay the paddle.