But-the ones I knew, anyhow-that's all I was gonna get off of 'em. And, like I said, a good rutting is still number one on the list of priorities.What...I figured was I needed a new playing field.And that's when I thought about Stacy.No, I wasn't interested in Stacy, herself. We'd been friends forever-she only lived a few streets over-and she was fine as a friend. But as a lover? Nope-she was a cheerleader. Blonde, blue-eyed, big tits, prone to mooning and giggling, especially around me. I'd had. Her palm came in contact with the tent in my pants! Aunt moved her hands slowly as her palm slowly caressed the tip of my cock. I knew for sure that she was doing this on purpose.I turned to see her, but she was just typing away as if there was nothing weird about this. Whenever she went to move the cursor, her hand would rest on my dick and it would throb more and more.After a couple of minutes, instead of just her palm, I could feel my aunt’s whole hand on my pants. She leaned on to me and. The directions took me deep into the country down twisted roads where the pavement vanished and turned into bumpy red clay that my car tires were unaccustomed to. The further out I got the fewer houses I saw. It was dark and empty with only the sound of coyotes howling and owls hooting to keep me company.After what seemed to be an eternity I came to a stop at a big open field. If I had any doubt about whether or not I was in the right place it quickly faded as my eyes adjusted to the dark and. The shop had a good selection of BDSM equipment, including a large padded wooden spanking frame! Phil took Sally and Keith over to the shop assistant and said quite loudly, "This is my friend Keith and his wife Sally. Keith caught Sally sucking another man's cock and asked me for my advice. I have suggested that the first thing he needed to do was to give her a good spanking. Apparently he has never spanked her in all years they have been married!"Phil suggested that this was a gross lapse in.