“You haven’t told Mamma, yet.” said Bobby.“No,” she admitted. “I’m afraid she’ll forbid it.”“You’re nineteen, Mary,” he remind...d her. “You don’t have to have her permission. You’re a woman.”“Not yet,” she whispered, peeling the foreskin back, and leaning down to suck at his knob. She pulled off, and licked her lips. “I will be some day ... but not yet.”Bev went first, and, for the first time, she climbed up on Bobby, like Mary did, resting her pussy lips against the bottom of his long, hard. I took in the sweet aroma of her crotch and felt her soft and silky pubic hair and then spread the lips of her pussy revealing a very moist pink inner sanctum. With mu thumbs, I drew the moisture from the bottom of her lips up to the hard mound hiding her clit. Barb moaned “God that feels so good. Don’t stop.” As I stroked her inner lips, I would let one thumb massage her vaginal entrance while I teased her clit with the other.I just had to taste her sweet nectar emitting from body so I held. “Leave it alone, Alex,” my bartender laughed. “You’re not her type.” “I’m every girl’s type when I need to be,” I smirked. “Even hers.” Kelan knew I’d always had a weakness for girls like that. They were like the Achilles’ heel of good intentions. Smoky eyes, full mouth, breasts jacked up with that tempting swell of jailbait cleavage. And that waist. I could get my hands all the way around a waist like that. I could pull her down onto my lap and do nasty, filthy things with her and she would. "Yes, ma'am," Sara says."Now, you've been late to three classes this month, and I see this as an ongoing problem," I say. "To address this problem, you are going to be punished." Yes, ma'am," Sara says. Her heart pumps faster, she is getting scared."Now I've given you the paddle before, correct?" I say."Yes ma'am," Sara says. "It really hurt, and I learned my lesson." Well the paddle may have hurt, but this time I feel you need something a little worse."I can see the fear in her eyes. She is.