”I slathered on more creme.“No!”“What?”“Spank me again,” she said, “I’ve been a baaad girl.”“What?”“Are you dense? Spank me ..... I love it.”“I don’t want...”“S.P.A.N.K. M.E.” she grabbed my hand and slapped her ass with it. “N.O.W!”Things progress ... they do that. Soon I was pounding her pussy as she was pushing back. Every slap of my cock in that tight hole called for another cheek slap. Zo was in constant ecstasy. The cabin sole was so well lubricated with human fluids, we were. Conversely, my bro doesn't drink at all, so the stories are usually about him having to take care of her as she was in la-la land.So, back to the story, on this particular weekend, my bro, sis-in-law, a couple of their friends and I were having a lazy afternoon in the sun. The men were watching football while the girls were chatting away. We'd all had quite a few drinks and that was fine as none of us were planning to do anything useful for the rest of the day. As the afternoon wound up, I. "Leyla, I thought you were still asleep" Stella said trying to pull her blankets out so she could slide under them before her roommate saw what she was doing."Don't worry about it, Stel," Leyla said as she threw her own bed cloths aside so her roommate could see that she was just as naked as she was. "I was only pretending to be asleep so you wouldn't notice what I was doing. I've never seen anyone use quite the same technique as you, do you mind if I watch?" I guess not," Stella said. And do you wear knickers or use them to play with yourself in?”“Both. And I call them panties, by the way. Knickers sound like the sort of things my grandma used to wear.”Panties. Knickers. It’s all the same. I sort of think of knickers being the cotton higher-waist-type ones and panties more the sort of little skimpy things.“Anyway, for now, I would like to tell some more of my story.”And so he continued. He told me that his wife moved into the spare bedroom and refused to let him even touch.