He was not enough of an asshole to openly joke about her breast size if he'd actually been with her.So I was genuinely curious if he was going to ask ...er out soon - and not just to test his dedication to straightness (although that crossed my mind). I informed him that she’d recently confided in me that she really liked him, and I encouraged him to ask her out. I was relieved that this kept the conversation away from gay-sex jokes for now.In the pool changing room, we stripped down. In other. 'O.k. now what?" She asked. 'Now wrap you arms around me and lock you hands together. Then just slide up and down while your arms are lock around me." She began, at first she just slid up and down his torso. When she'd gotten into a nice slow rhythm she started going a little lower with each down stroke till she was sliding passed his ass and to his middle thigh where she gave Willy a good face rub and little kisses, and then on back up till her lips once again locked on his. She'd. There was, however, a different sensation that I also discovered. It’s not that I had never been spanked by Mother before, or that I had never pleasured myself before, but this time it was different. I don’t know if it derived from physical contact or just the friction of my pussy against my jeans, but I was aroused. Not just your average arousal, but my panties were soaked and desperately trying to keep it a secret.The spanking went on forever, it seemed like. I was still trying to fight off. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. Patrice seemed almost ethereal, like she wasn't really there or she was discussing a fictional character. None of it seemed real. Well, nothing except the picture staring back at us.After dinner, we were back in the room discussing Tim. We never reached a decision. After the light was turned out, we kept on talking in the dark until we fell asleep.In the morning when I woke up, the thoughts of the previous afternoon came rushing back to me. I looked at.