Reaching forward I tried to play with her nipples but she lay, pressed to her table, so I was unable to reach. We pushed back and forth and I asked h...r to tell me what it was that she liked about the mags. She wasn’t keen to tell me at first, but I ask again and she mentioned she like looking at other women’s pussy, wondering what they did when they were getting fucked. The more she told me the more I was excited and the more I pushed into her. She must have noticed this as she became less. At dinner I talked about all the fun we had when we first got married,blow jobs, rim jobs both giving and receiving. After out first c***d was born things started to change. Blow jobs were once a month and not more rim jobs. I still eat her pussy like it was my last and she loves that still to this day. At dinner he said that mother don't do those things. I said that they do and we should start back doing it because it make my dick harder. She told me that she will think about it. We drink a. Janey didn't disappoint. It was easy to simply step aside, turn, and watch her go face first into the mud. As she got up, I backed away, into the corner from which she came. She charged three more times, about every twenty seconds or so. I did nothing but step aside, watch Janey slide to a stop in the mud, and back into the corner from which she launched her charge. That bought me a little more rest, but I knew I couldn't keep doing that. Each time she missed me, the laughter got louder, and. She watched her approached and then saw her crouch behind her. She didn't have to wait long as she felt the first slap on her ass as she yelp from the pain."Count bitch." Linda yelled."One," she yelled as another slap hit her ass. "Two. Three." She kept counting as the slaps continued and the pain in her ass was getting worst. Maintaining her count she started pleading with the girl by the fifteenth and kept going till the 30th when she finally broke down in tears. Linda sensing she had broken.