The sharp crack of his now wet hand feels much sharper and harder on her naked ass. Her pussy is now burning with desire. Kelly had no idea it was p...ssible to get this worked up this quickly. “Please…” is all Kelly manages to get out. “What?!?!” Stan yells again.“Please” Kelly whimpers. He delivers a steady rhythmic barrage of spanks as Kelly totally lets go. Her body is on fire. As the sting runs from her ass around her body her pussy is turning that energy into pure ecstasy. When. I actually thought long and hard about it. Often my mind would actually float away and present me with visuals of her posture against the mirror. I wrote back and said that I would be happy to meet for coffee, probably on one of the days. I gave the 16th as the preferred date. Why? Because I knew I could stay over at a friends.The weeks seemed to drag. I had a few emails from her while she was in the country, but they were very tame. One of them related her trip to Camden Market and I wondered. Anna and I were both surprised to find over two hundred men and women on the upper plateau the next morning to join us for Tai Chi and katas.The next three weeks were filled with afternoons sitting on the terrace, or in the study, talking with George. He was full of questions about what I made of the activities in what was already becoming known as Bleeding Kansas and what they meant for the future. I talked in generalities about the coming Civil War while I focused on specifics for what the. Inside, the gloom of the early darkness was only somewhat relieved by several field lanterns strung up on the tent poles. A long table was lined up on one side, flanked by a couple of Sergeants, and on the tables were stacks of MREs, with cartons of cold milk at the end. Even though it was a bit warmer in the tent, our breaths were still fogging the air in front of us. Yeah, it was just a bit colder than it is today, but back then I mainly thought it was pretty surreal – and still pretty.