He took hold of her silky black panties and peeled them down her legs where he made her step out of them.Mrs. Atkinson felt him rubbing her bottom and...was quite looking forward to getting a hand spanking from him when he brought down a leather strap he had in his other hand hard on her naked buttocks.'Maybe you'll think better next time when you cancel our Sunday afternoons,' he said as he rained another slap down.Mrs. Smith was groaning in pain and pleasure as her pussy gushed with her. We'll talk tonight if you're feeling better. I must go now, I'm late. Goodbye."With that she went, leaving me feeling desolate. The "Goodbye" had sounded so final.I wanted to stay in the bed but the sheets were too damp after a night's cold sweat. When I threw them off me, I saw they were riddled with the unmistakable stain of semen — a good job Wendy had not seen that, I thought — and only then did I remember the dreams. As I recalled them, especially the ones involving Connie, I felt myself. The civilian car was just behind a tree, but as Steven got closer to the front of the car, he noticed that the car had, in fact, been rammed into the tree, just as Steven had suspected. Also, from this vantage point he began to make out the legs he had seen. Apparently, it was men’s shoes and blue jeans. Thinking that maybe the ‘dude’ had hit the tree, and not been wearing his seatbelt, had been thrown through the front windshield, Steven glanced through the driver’s side window at the. Where the fuck is Wade and Andrew? I said to myself, looking around at people who were surprised by my arrival. The party raged on however, the music was deafening and Jay and my mother hadnt realised I was home yet. I walked around the living area and towards the kitchen. All rooms were crowded with people from school. I turned the corner and there they were. Wade and Andrew were leaning on the kitchen bench with beers in their hands laughing and talking with my mother who was chopping up more.