What was a little different this time was that Lynn placed his hand on her breast as he was kissing her.Driving home he thought that she was one hell ...f a woman. Stopping in Clearwater for him seemed to be a no-brainer.The next day Bill left work before noon and went to the club to golf. He golfed with Ken and Greg and shot his usual score. Walking into the clubhouse after the round he saw Cal who waved him over.“How did it go with Lynn?”‘It went fine, she is an exciting lady.”“She is my. I bring the whip down across her ass again, this time she yelps in a little bit of pain. I drop the whip preferring to use my hand on her, I put one hand on her pussy, sliding my middle finger inside of her, and bring the other onto her ass cheek with a SMACK. She thrusts forward grinding into my hand as I smack her. Again I smack her, this time on the other cheek, and again she moans and grinds into my hand. I smack her for a third time, and I feel her pussy clench against my finger as I. I pulsed back out and breathed in warm air before sucking one last time. I felt him tense, and I strategically released back to the ground only to have my face and chest drizzled with the thick white fluid exploding from him. It trickled, sliding down my breasts, only leaving them gleaming wet in the late afternoon light despite the dappling shade, and exaggerating their shape more than ever. He looked at me- at them- in awe, a look that could almost look like horror. Perfect. I watched him. "Paul? Did you do your homework?" "Yes, mom. It's all ready for tomorrow. I'm going out to the barn to help dad bring down the hay and grain."What we would regard as idyllic days, to an only child on a farm it seemed cruelly, desperately boring. Get up in the morning, take the bus to school, try to look attentive to the deadly dull teachers though their deadly dull classes, take the bus home, do chores, have dinner, read a book for a while, go to bed. Rinse, repeat. Only his respect and love.
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