The holiday- goer put up quite a fuss, regretting agreeing to the charity spanking.Pops and swats up and down one soft cheek, before rising up the oth...r snowy-white bottom cheeks.Billie squeals were heard as the pretty witch felt her panties now on display. Cold air raising goose bumps on her lower bare bottom cheeks because her legs were splayed wide.Piper and Billie settled in a long winter’s spank. Big sis raised her hand high above her visibly trembling blue panty clad bottom target and. The yellow stockings and open crotch knickers contrasted superbly with her black skin and bush above her open snatch.She’d pulled the cups of her bra down under her tits, this made them stick out like fuckin’ rugby balls, her burger sized areola topped off with two inch long stalks looked fucking awesome.Andy was totally undressed as he moved towards her, his prick was sticking out in front of him like a truncheon.He rubbed his bell end on the inside of her thigh, making white snail trails with. Her ass jiggled when she shot. Her ball hit the cushion, forcing her ball to miss the pocket. “Shit, I'm sorry Jake.”“You go first, Lyn. Show them how it's done.”Lyn picked a easy shot. The ball rolled into the corner pocket. Her next shot wasn't so easy. She missed.“Shit,” she said, stomping her foot and pouting like a little girl. “Who's ready for some more wine?” Lyn asked.“Me,” the other women sang out like a chorus.Lyn went upstairs to get wine and glasses. Betty took full advantage of. “Carrie, I am not just your road manager, I would like to think that by this time of the tour, being our last night on the road and all, that I am also someone you can confide in,” I told her, looking her in the eyes as she sat down and told me all about how her ungrateful husband doesn’t want to go anywhere near her when she’s home these days.“Maybe I’m not as pretty as people think I am John,” she whispered to me as we sat alone in her dressing room, resting her head on my shoulder, clearly.