Do I have to spell it out for you?"It was a beautiful day but the air felt still and heavy, very heavy. I was having trouble breathing. I looked at th... red mark on Cindy's thigh and thought of Becky. I looked at the people on the courts and had no interest in playing. I looked at Cindy's face and saw Becky. I looked down and the red mark was still there."Meet me at the bandstand in five minutes," I said and took off running toward the house without waiting for an answer. Five minutes was not. He pulls her hair so her ear is in line with his mouth and whispers “Say my name, my beautiful little slut”“Well do you have a first name or do you want me saying Mr Howard?” she says sarcastically“It’s Luke” he says biting her beautiful neck. “I want to spank you” he says as Laura nods. He then strikes her arse and Laura’s orgasm ripples through her body, Luke having to hold her up as her knees go weak. “That was for the sarcasm Miss, Laura” he says smiling. A few moments later and Luke comes. The interruption was timely, I guess, from her point of view. We ordered our ice teas and took up the menus to scan for what appealed to us.Menus down. She folded her hands in front of her and gazed purposefully at me. “We need to get along, David. This endless cold war we’re engaged in isn’t useful,” she said.“Why?” I said.“Why what?” she said.“Why do we have to get along? You’ve gotten Jenna to almost write me off. I know it’s you. She doesn’t even want to come to my place anymore, that’s. Turn me on." With his cock still inside me, he started to talk. "Well, you remember how I said that clothing was optional in my home……" 　 It all started when I was sixteen years old. My mother was a beautiful woman with long, sexy legs, a tiny waist, and large titties that stood straight out from her body like two missile nosecones. It was always easy to tell when my mother was horny because her body became feverishly hot and flushed a deep pink from head to toe. Her nipples became so swollen.