”“Will you tell Kayla that I’ll come round to see her tomorrow?”“I’ll tell her. She’ll like that.”“That’s if I…that’s if you w...nt me to.”“Of course. You’re her boyfriend.”Spencer felt really bad for Kayla. She’d really taken this bad, being caught by her mother like that. Spencer imagined how he would feel if it was his mom that had caught them. He cringed at the thought of his mom catching him being wanked off by Kayla.“I feel so ashamed, Mrs Lewis.”“Spencer, there’s nothing to be ashamed. I never really gave any thought about Carol sexually , I guess since she was my best friends Girl and always just looked at her as pretty but nothing more.One Sunday afternoon Mike invited me over to watch the Football games and drink some beers . It was getting late as the 4;00 pm games winded down and Carol just came home from spending the day out at her Moms , she was sitting down next to Mike drinking a beer when suddenly the 2 of the started kissing , whispering and laughing . Eventually. I reminded her that was the intention and this was just the beginning. Moments later Lucy was back in position, this time her bare bottom was my target and would remain so until her caning. As the spanking continued Lucy became more vocal, the drawing in of breath through her teeth was accompanied by the occasional cry of “OOOH! “and “OUCH! “ and I had to hold her firmly by the waist to help keep her in position. Her once creamy buttocks had turned deep pink and as I continued to spank her, the. And over.“Fuck me before she comes home.”“I can’t.”That moan. The feeling of his thick cock as she slides back onto it. The rip of her shirt. The hard, pink nipple. The twitch. The pinching.And over.“Fuck me.” “I can’t.” The thrust. The nipple. The fingernails.As she shudders and feels her feet go weak, her precarious tiptoe position in danger of collapsing when she comes, she wants to scream that it can’t stop yet: it mustn’t stop yet. She needs, just once, to see it through to the end. To.