I put it to the test as I answer none of her questions, and playfully looked at her body so clean and so wonderfully seanted before me. I rose and pu...led her to the very edge of the bed, keening her mound with my rough hands and welcoming touching in fast repeated motion, she moved from side to side and squirmed for release I had no emotion to give as I wanted this yellow skin in my hands as though it where a drug, so with every pull of my tongue I was getting higher and higher.My God she was. She let out a yelp and reached for her ass. I grabbed her hands and let five more swats fly for her disobedience. The holes in the paddle made little red bumps form on Candy’s soft flesh. It looked like she had chicken pox. “She knows better than to try and cover up,” I said in way of explanation. I moved Jenny around behind Candy and off to Candy’s left. “Are you right or left handed Jenny?” I queried. “I am a lefty and proud of it,” was her reply. I repositioned her to Candy’s rear and. They had no blood tie, had grown up together and viewed the other as simply a friend, although Marion caught hints that their friendship went a little further. They involved Marion in their conversation. They talked about their backgrounds and they teased out of Marion more of her history. They spoke candidly of theirs as well. Their background was military. Guy's father had been killed in the Falkland conflict. Sylvie's father had been there as well and it appeared that her father owed Guys'. I was almost there, almost, almost, almost, almost THERE! I shot it out into her, kept pumping as it oozed out the back door and dribbled down her leg. I scooped some on a finger and reached around to her mouth. She gobbled it off me like a starving whore. I pulled out of her with a pop and she turned around on her knees, sucking me clean and dry. I pissed a few drops down her throat, but not much. She hated it, as usual, but who cares; you have to teach them who's boss.I was lying on my back..