Martinez bent down to pick up the apples that were scattered all over the lot. What a sight! As she was picking them up, her small housedress rode up,...and I got a peek at her fine ass in a small blue thong! Her booty was mesmerizing! It was phat, round, and brown. I couldn't stop looking. Ms. Martinez caught me staring, and she said with a dirty little smile, “It's not very nice to stare.” My face turned flaming red. “Oh, I am so sorry. I was looking at the apples.” I turned to load the last. "I can't take any more." I have no doubt but that you would like me to stop," he replied sternly,"but I have not yet reached the predetermined number of strokes, and Iwould be amiss in my husbandly responsibilities if I were to spare youthe rod prematurely." He ran the cane over the curve of her bottom in aloving and caressing manner that, he knew, she would find intimidating inthe extreme, promising, as the gesture did, further punishment to follow."Please," she repeated, her tone soft but. She began to think of every wicked tactic she might use, but even on her tippy-toes her face was practically buried in the Amazonian girl's cleavage. What really scared her was the sense that she wasn't even turned on by this. Maybe she really had become a girl."Is there a problem here?" Sarah's voice threatened from the doorway.The girl turned around, nearly brushing Emily's nose with her left breast, and sized Sarah up. She was pretty sure she could take her alone, but it was two against one.. Denise had wanted to make love to this incredibly sexual creature since her wonderful husband had brought her to their home. Their relationship had always been close. They had talked many times of their sexual experiences. Vicki's father was an excellent provider and an exceptional lover. Vicki seemed to always fall short of true sexual fulfillment. Denise thought it was shame the young woman could not find a lover to meet her needs properly. Many times, as they stood nude doing the house.