Her left breast was just brushing my shoulder and I could feel her warm breath in my ear. She should have been able to see the goose bumps on the skin...of my neck. I know I felt a pleasant stirring in my loins that had become more and more frequent over the past few weeks."Our investigator said he cannot be sure that Mr. Russell was alive when he went off the cliff but, if he was, there is a good chance that it was suicide." Maybe, if a good bluff worked, I could be on my way to the Bahamas to. “Jerl Lorida.” He knew what he was doing, he’d played this game a bunch of times in the last four or five years since he was as young as fourteen years old.“Where you from Jerl Lorida?”“I’m from over in Missouri.”“You sure don’t give out much about yourself, seeing as how you’re here beggin for food and water. What are you doing all the way out in Colorado, if you’re from Missouri?” The girl asked.He knew he had them now, “I got run out of the state cause I was messing around with the women. Mrs Witton said, “This is going to hurt girl, but don’t forget, it’s your own fault.” That demolished me. Yes, my fault the vase broke, my fault I chose Mrs Witton to spank me, my fault my fault my fault. The first spank with the hairbrush made me scream out. I didn’t want to as after all as an 18 year old surely I should be able to take a spanking. It seemed not though as when the hairbrush spanked me again and again I cried out each time and each time the pain lasted longer and my bottom. It was much harder and tighter with two fingers, and when she winced in pain I immediately pulled back. No, its okay&hellip,do it she whispered. I didnt want to hurt her though, so I slid one finger back inside of her. I wanted to feel that pressure though. I wanted to feel the tightness of her on my fingers. Again I placed the pair at the center of her hole. I leaned down and kissed her again, hard and ravenous, biting and sucking on her lips, and as she moaned I shoved my fingers inside of.