For the Head was a devil of a caner. He kept himself fit, so the last girl would get the same force as the first. He selected his weapon with care. Ju...t the correct tyep of whippy but powerful cane for the LastInLine. He took up his stance behind Alison and drew back the cane. Thwaccckkk! A sweetly delivered stroke. Alison screamed and clutched her bottom. "No girl - you must not do that. I know you have never been caned before, but if you reach behind with your hands I may catch your fingers. Ye bol kar mom ne apne app dad ka lund pakdke apni chut me daal diya aur fir dad mom ki chut marne lagga. Mom boli haaayyee kitne diiinnno keee baadd ajjjj hum kaam kaaarr rahee haiiiiiii. Ajjj ton meri puri tasali kara dena yaarr. Dad bole ajj ton main teri 2-3 bar maruga. Ye suna kar mom siskiya bharne lagne… Hhhaayee……aurrr zzorrr sssee maarro merrii chutt…..Saariiii raat chudte raaaho mujhe, ye sab sune kar mera dimaag bahut pagal ho raha the aur main zor zor se muth maarr raha tha. Fir dad. I was feeling positively horny. It was at that point the bathroom door opened. I panicked. I held the top up to cover myself. I remembered my plan and dropped it. I felt myself redden but I was pleased to see Samantha smile sheepishly and walk to her case with her top button and zipper open on her cotton gingham trousers. I mumbled incoherently through my script about dithering over what to wear and without discussion I put on a tight jumper. Then promptly felt annoyed with myself for being so. My thoughts dreamt of a man, strong but elegant, muscular but gentle, desirous to penetrate where the sun was penetrating—eager but not greedy. Unable to resist me, but chivalrous in holding back. Waiting till I was ready to show his cock where to go.I turned over and continued my daydreams while the sun massaged my ass. If a man should appreciate me as much as this summer day was doing, I would be satisfied for life. I thought of the firm, but claspable ass my dream man would have. Perhaps he.