She had a coffee brake around 10.30, she had spoken briefly to cook, it wasn't as friends but she did talk a little and at least she didn't want to ra...e her.Bernadette was checking the books in the library when she saw the lorry. The peeling and scratched paint work didn't hide the rust and the name Wotten and Son Timber merchants ran across the hoist, it was piled high with timber slats, so much that it blocked out the light as it pulled up in front of the main door.Her heart sank, as she knew. It was the Kokomo's shirt from the wet t-shirt contest seven years ago. I started to put it back, but then what the hell I thought. I grabbed a clean pair of jeans and slipped my feet into some sandals and followed the scent of grilled steaks to the dining room.Everyone was sitting at the table already. Kevin sat next to Kim, while Jon sat across from his mother and Ashley sat across from her father. Amy was there too, sitting in her usual place at the end of the table. I sat down at the head. It started to move in and out slowly. He paused to moan in pleasure when a crack was heard and a whip was brought down on his back. He moaned louder as she ordered him not to stop licking her and he got another hard whip as he started to eat her again. She smiled and kept moaning as she stroked his hair. “Such a good boy” She pulled away and he tried to move toward her. She came behind him and the two men left leaving them alone as she spanked him lightly then pushed the dildo causing him to. Reaching down, I unzipped and lifted my cock out, my heart pounding with excitement. His cool fingers found it and closed around it. He gave a little intake of breath and leaned across to tell me it was a big one. It's actually not particularly long, but it's thicker than most. He moved back into his seat and began to slowly massage my cock, occasionally reaching into my pants to cup my balls. He kept it up for about thirty or forty minutes, alternating between fondling my knob, feeling my.