I wanted him to go on forever, but after just a few powerful thrusts, I could feel his body shaking, preparing for the oncoming torrent. My legs were ...pread wide as I welcomed him into me. Begging him with every ounce of otherworldly power. His intensity increased beyond my expectations, and as his short moans became elongated howls of strain, I knew I had what I wanted. His member rapidly began to twitch, and suddenly powerful gushes of his essence surged against my inner walls. With his. "Come over. Come and see me." "Whaat, but it's so late..." I lived with my sister and her family, so I could pretty much do as I pleased, but even so. It was so late. Why couldn't he come here? "You know you want to..." "No, I know that YOU want me to." Despite my serious words there was that casual, flirting lilt to my voice. My heart raced. There were so many possiblities. By the time I finally agreed it was close to midnight. I walked the few minutes to his house while he led me there with. At least there wasn't a couch in the apartment for her to make me sleep on if I pissed her off.I got up to help myself to a third bowl of chili when I heard it. Short, not very loud, but somebody definitely farted. I glanced over at the table and saw that Jill was sitting up straight, her hands resting on the table, holding each other, and that she was trying hard not to smile. Sara was looking at her funny.I sat back down and had just lifted a spoonful of chili up to my mouth when Sara kid of. The girl let out a muffled scream and danced about with pain. “Back over the desk!” was all Lindsay had to command and she was soon awaiting stroke two. Again, this came crashing down from a great height, landing expertly across the centre of Katie’s small bottom. Lindsay wrapped out thirty six quick-fire strokes with Joanne Wilson’s prized tawse and on close inspection of Katie’s bottom wondered whether she should stop the punishment there. The bottom lying helplessly in front of her was.