She looked at Alicia, probing for the truth of the girl's misery. And she had to admit it confused her — a confusion that ate away at the foundation... of her pride. So the girl hadn't been sad long enough? She had danced while Angique cried? Big deal. What claim did she have on her anyway? Look, here she is and she is sorry, she is crying, she is miserable. What more do you want? Do you want her or do you want to nurse your wounded pride? Do you want to be a righteous wreck or a happy woman?She. “I can feel it poking against me.”“Oh. I’m sorry.” I sat up a little.“No…don’t stop, it’s a nice feeling. I like it”I too was enjoying it and so I pressed my hips into her crotch and we thrust our genitals harder against each other. Rita by now had hugged me and we both were kissing each other fervently while we humped our underwear covered genitals into each others crotch furiously. Rita suddenly propped herself up on her elbows and placed her hand on my underwear over my penis which she was. The verdict had been rendered, the sentence had beenserved, all of his domestic obligations fulfilled. 'Nessa's firm youngbottie had been well and truly smacked.This particular spanking - one of the longest Vanessa had ever received- clocked in at close to nineteen minutes, a record even for the Jacksonresidence (over the next three weeks, it would be discussed up and downthe block by friends and neighbors alike, detailing the finer points ofthe evening's entertainment. 'Nessa herself would. I flipped my wife onto her back, kissed her deep and hard. I turned on my bedside light, i wanted to see her, I wanted to see how wet she was. I franticly pulled down her shorts and spread her legs, her trimmed, glistening pussy waiting for me. I positioned myself between her legs, pushing her legs back as far as they would go. I moved my tongue over her asshole, circling, tasting her pussy juices that had ran down into her ass. She groaned loudly and grabbed her ample breasts which were now on.