Having accepted the inevitable, I had decided that I would stoically accept my punishment however I couldn’t stop little cries escaping my lips as h... continued his assault on my bottom. Initially, I had tried to count each spank however the sensations they were creating rapidly caused me to lose count. Eventually, the first part of my ordeal came to an end. The spanking stopped and his hand again caressed my bottom. My bottom was on fire, the heat radiating out into the room. As his hand. All the grunts, groans and moans, seemed to accompany the way Danny was stroking his dick, pausing occasionally, just sitting there holding on to it. And then just as suddenly, pounding it up and down fast and furiously, as though imagining he was doing whatever to one of the women, that he was doing to himself. It was honestly fascinating, especially as I have to say, my brother had a fairly nice-sized cock, that I would (much later) have something to compare it to, and thus reconfirm my. But, they always picked on my guy friend a lot more. They always chased him around trying to beat him up, but they would never catch him. Sometimes they would catch his other guy friend that was slower. They ended up catching me after a while and r****g me... My guy friend said he felt bad that he wasn’t around when they did. They had him distracted away at that time.Then I jumped fast forwarded several months. I guess it was just a bit after we all graduated high school. They had captured me a. ." I snapped about four images and then popped the memory card from the camera. "Let's take a look..." I slipped the card into an adapter and brought up the thumbnails on my laptop. "You take a good picture, Paula." Let me see..." She reviewed the photos and shrugged. "Is that it?" That's it." You're going to add these to your collection?" That's right." Exactly how do you meet girls with appendectomy scars in the first place?" she asked."I don't. You're the first."She eyed me. "Then, where DID.