I couldn’t stop myself now. I was in this the whole way. I let go of her nipples and began slapping young breasts. Back and forth I slapped them won...ering at the beauty as the skin turned red. Over and over I whipped her tits with my hand until Sally gave me my leather belt. “Make them bleed, baby,” she smiled at me. I began spanking her tits hard with the belt. I smiled as I watched long deep red welts appear across the top of her young breasts, the beautiful flesh glowing with blood. I. Now, it will be best if you sit on the edge of the bed for the nylonsand it would help if you pull up your slip, he instructed Patrick. Oneby one the nylons were rolled up Patrick's legs and clipped onto thesuspenders. Now stand, he ordered. Kneeling behind, Brother Thomasfixed the back of the nylons to the suspender belt and then made a greatfuss about making sure the seams were straight running the palms of hishands along the full length of Patrick's legs.Mary's and Patrick's eyes were. "It was a little too dry so I thought I'd get it wet," Crystal nonchalantly explains to me as she goes back to jerking me off. Now with some mouth-aided lubrication, the hand job is feeling a lot better. After a few more strokes, she starts up a conversation about the merits of "handies" vs. "head" and I am finding it difficult to contribute anything meaningful to her sexual diatribe. "How about I just blow you instead?" She asks in such a serious way that I think she is actually asking me. I think I love my car sex for all the quickies and casuals, and the serious dogging sessions, when it takes more than one man to fill the void between my legs, and the warm sperm hitting my body, knowing each load has a warm thrill for the man depositing it, yes even trying to find the right word to describe it, makes me wet, read on and see what you men think, about this woman's recall of some of those moments of sexual deviancy.I had just passed my drivers test, and my parents let me loose on.