I wondered if beneath she did have a suspender belt and nice frilly undies. My imagination was running away with me and now there she was, planted fir...ly upon my lap as if to announce; “ you are not going anywhere buddy until I have finished with you!” I felt the shuffle of her beautifully rounded bum as she nudged into me and then I felt the warmth of her lips press into mine one again, this time opening my mouth with hers when I felt the most wonderful intrusion of a very busy tongue seeming. " What does that mean?" I want to enjoy something like that only if the woman wants to do it. I think that a man and woman should make love. Both giving as well as getting. That doesn't mean you can't get wild every now and then. But that also carries over to their life afterwards, each person doing because they want to, not because they have to."Cheri nodded -- that was pretty much the answer she had expected from him or something similar. She told him of what Adair had made her do that night. "That one is yours. I take a spoonful of sugar." She picked up the mug and sipped. I waited. Elaine had suggested this meet, and I was happy to make small talk until she could get to the reason.She looked at a couple of framed photographs I had on the window sill."Are these relatives?" I was amused as she seemed to be avoiding the topic she really wanted to talk about."Yes, that's my daughter, Sarah, and that is my grandson, Will." How old is your daughter?" Forty-four."She looked. "I don't know how hard I should hit you," said the slightly nervous and very aroused Christine as the cane quivered in her hand."When we get started just whack me as hard as you can. Give me six with my trousers on and then bare my arse for another six," instructed Brenda.Brenda bent over the back of the settee and her two large buttocks stretched her trousers.Christine stood behind her cane in hand but as prior to her first lesbian experience a few days ago she was nervous before delivering.