It is sosensual lying on her lap as she reddens my bottom for minor mistakes.She lovesher cane and I know she enjoys whipping me. I admit I have messe... uponpurpose to incur her wrath.Iwillingly present my bottom as her target and can only imagine the satisfiedsmile onherpretty lips as she delivers her strokes. With parted lips and slightly flushedfrom her exertion she is so beautiful I want her to whip me again. Insteadshe has me kneel at her feet and remove the polish from her toes.I bring. Comfortable, yet tense in a way both recognized and needed to assuage. He kissed her, a light play of lips over lips, a tentative should we do this as they continued to stroke and murmur little words that meant nothing to anyone except themselves. And when she glanced over to see if their friend was awake, she knew she was lost. Kisses became frantic, heated, a passion that neither had ever known. Touching, feeling, trying to not fall off the couch as tongues duelled and hands desperately. It was so warm with the fire going that I took off my robe and sat back down, cuddling up to him as he put his arm around me. My left hand was resting lightly on top his thigh. We talked and had a couple more glasses of champagne. When a nice slow song came on, I pulled him up and said, "Let's dance. Dance with me - it's New Year's Eve." At first he said no but I insisted and he gave in.I finally got him to hold me close and dance the way you're supposed to on a slow dance. When I pulled him. He imagined his beautiful neighbor playing with her perky breasts as she arched her back and moaned, her body tingling as her orgasm approached. It was the images playing out in his head that inspired Pete to push down his shorts and pull out his cock. He joined in on the masturbatory fun, though unlike April, he kept quiet. His climax followed soon after hers, and he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for being an aural voyeur. The guilt never lasted long enough to stop Pete from.