It looked like a scene straight from a porno the way her body was dripping wet as she bounced up and down on me. I couldn’t help but grab her tittie... as the bounced around in front of me. Her nipples were already hard, but I twisted them between my fingers anyway, causing her to bounce up and down on me harder. “Oh yes Randy, just like that! Squeeze my nipples, make them harder! Fuck! You feel so fucking good inside me! Oh god I’m getting light headed!”She lay down on top of me and just moved. If either of you moves as much as an eyebrow, you will get the same punishment”.At this point, I turned to Miss Jenkins and asked: “What do you think an appropriate punishment would be?” “Well” begin Miss Jenkins, “the one of the websites that Jenny was visiting was about bondage and spanking. Why don’t we start there?”“Yes, an excellent idea!” I agreed. I then instructed Jenny to come around my desk, and lay across my lap. Her breasts rested on my left thigh, and her crotch straddled my. She was a troubled individual and it was deemed appropriate that I be placed with Shirley and Luke, my first foster parents, to have a normal upbringing. I had an erratic life with my mother prior to that, and having been ostracised by her family before my birth, I am not sure they even knew of my existence. I did see her over the following ten years, but less and less frequently as time passed.When I was sixteen, Luke, already in his early sixties, had a severe stroke and passed away soon. He wore olive corduroy shorts, a loose-fitting, white tank top, and green Vans sneakers, his black Zero skateboard under his arm. The board was how I’d convinced him to stop by my house in the hills, telling him that my son had an old Powell Classic skateboard deck to which he was welcome. I didn’t bother to tell him that my son, 10 year old Connor, lived with his bitch of a mother up north and had no fucking interest in skateboards. ?Hey, uh, Aaron, wasn’t it,? I greeted him, as if.