Yet Jennifer's perverted alter ego dismissed it all. She knew it was her son lying on her bed, yet that was exactly the reason why she didn't want to ...et dressed, and instead of feeling ashamed she felt pure lust. Her juices were running down her thighs even more profusely than before, realising she was standing naked in front of her son, delectable and pungent. She knew her own son could smell her cunt and she loved that fact. She knew he could look at her twat, see her matted bush and the. Good man! I wanted to pat him on the head.‘Yes, Peter, I deserve to be spanked. I – I need to be taught some humility. And if that’s what Sam wants,’ he uttered in a little more than a whisper as he looked at me out of the corner of his eye, ‘then would you please spank me?’For a moment, I felt guilty for helping bring this about. But only for a moment. I had to remind myself that he wanted this!Witnessing my husband’s spanking over the next few minutes was something I would never forget.. That way, I wasn't pinned under the dead horse and not able to move.I managed to fall between my horse's legs so that his body shielded me from the galoots shooting at me. I knew where they were because of the powder smoke from the black powder cartridges they were using.My wound wasn't anything to worry about, so I ignored it, but I hoped the shooters thought that it had been fatal. If they did, they might come over to loot my dead body, and that would give me a chance to plug one or both of. .." Evelyn breathes out and brings her lips close to Maria's ear. The hot breath against her brings more dripping arousal to her core. "You're not wearing panties." Evelyn states with the slightest trace of breathlessness in her voice. It's a relief for Maria to hear that she is having the same effect on the woman behind her as she is having on to her. The hands on her ass are becoming even more daring, spreading her cheeks then letting go to see them bounce and groping roughly. "Naughty.