I crouched down and slid my cock inside her slowly. Her face was twisted in a display of pain and pleasure as her pussy adjusted once again to her fri...nd the cock. I began slowly gaining speed when need be, that’s when the thought crossed my mind that it has been a while for her so I doubt she has had a good cum brought on from any other ones fingers besides her own. I asked to take the condom off since I knew I was clean and she was to, she agreed. I ran my fingers down her stomach and found. The seventh is above the two stripes above middle and above the third. The lowest of the swats, just above the middle of my thighs. I want to beg Him to stop as He strikes is just below the second. I know there will be only two more swings until my thighs and bottom is covered in stripes. Between the seventh and the fifth comes the tenth swing. With the eleventh at the tops of my thighs, oh how this stings. Then the covering begins, the overlapping. This can go on for as long as He feels. Charlene pulled up short, unnerved. "Mom?"Her mother seemed unaware of her presence, staring at her own voluptuously nude reflection through puffy, bloodshot eyes and crying. Her magnificent breasts heaved and bobbled with her weeping. Charlene couldn't help noticing that her mother's nipples were, stiffened, fully swollen. "Are you all right, Mom?"Slowly, she crossed the room towards her mother, bare feet sinking into the plush softness of the carpeting with each step. She stopped behind her. I had inquired of Cousin Darcy as to her origin and he told me that she was actually a French orphan that he liberated from the recent troubles before she suffered the ignominy of losing her head to the sharp blade of death that seemed so horrible to those of us that much preferred the customary ritual hanging in public that seemed to work like a charm with the criminal element in our society. Even the small children were able to laugh and play under the shadow of a good hanging whilst the.