Knowing you like it hard. I can’t hold back anymore, and I let myself do something I’ve only dreamt of doing before, raising my hand, letting it f...y. For the first time, I spank you. Quickly I plant a kiss right where I spanked you and that sigh… Oh my god!! That sigh drives me so wild! My body driving my mind, my mind no longer in control, I watch as my hands grip your hips, and pull you back onto your knees. I watch as your fingers leave your sweet pussy, moving them to your lips, you lick. The light within cast her in silhouette and Michael found it hard to breathe as he took in the view of her curves as she stood drinking from a glass of water, completely unaware of his presence. Michael felt himself harden as he continued to watch her. Thank God for loose pajama pants, he thought. When his need to touch her over took his will to remain unnoticed, he made his presence known. Michael walked up behind her silently and lazily caressed her body as he kissed her neck. He felt body. That was going to leave Marci and I alone in the house, all afternoon. I read your diary, I said without preamble, sipping my coffee in my bathrobe, as Marci slowly ate from a bowl of cereal. Your other diary, I clarified. Marci nearly choked on the last spoonful. She was sitting directly across from me at the table. She wasnt exactly dressed up, probably expecting to be lounging around the house all day. She had on some gym shorts, and a yellow baby-doll top, but nothing else. Her young pert. ”Sasha licked her lips at that idea and mouthed the number, right before one of the climaxes took over her body and she started moaning feverishly. One thing was sure: she was too far gone to mind that her father might catch her in the act of fornicating with a newly divorced man. Sasha Rothstein was on another plane of existence, far too enraptured by the knowledge that she was with the man of her dreams to give a shit about anything but that. He could have a dozen wives sitting around and.