"You clumsy girl."Chloe whimpered as the games master reached up to grip the nape of her neck, forcing her face down on to the table cloth. "Now lick ...p your mess," he ordered.Chloe did as she was told, extending her tongue to soak up the liquid deposit, tasting the beer on the tip. As she did so, the headmaster lifted her skirt and, after allowing a moment to admire its aesthetic curvature, he issued three slaps, harder this time than the playful one of earlier. Chloe sucked in air as tears. They were still cold but soft, very, very soft. You looked up at me. Your eyes were beautiful. They made me smile. You smiled back. I helped bring the cup to your lips. "It's not the best, but it will get you warm," I said.You took a big swallow, then sputtered and coughed. "Whoa there. Take it slow. Sip it.", I said. "You drink that; I'll get some more wood and stroke the fire. When you’re ready, you can tell me all about it." You sat there quietly, sipping your Irish coffee and watching my. I smiled recognizing I had placed the chair in the exact position I imagined it being when I first fantasy fucked Ashley in her cheerleader uniform. I was planning to make that dream come true! A few more touches here and there, and I was pleased. On the tall bookcases, I left the middle shelves open for small framed photographs of my daughter Monae, and my grandson. I even had time to hang some of my old bachelor art, lithographs and photographs of vintage and contemporary (or at least 1980s. You kiss my lips and then my cheek, working your way towards my ear. Once there, your voice hoarse but urgent, you command, ‘Fuck me!’ Who am I to argue? As we continue to kiss I speed up the pace as I thrust hard and fast into your pussy, my balls slapping against your arse with every thrust. I work my arms under your shoulders and grip onto them so I can pull myself into you. It’s not long until I’m out of breath and need to slow the pace… I lean back and push your legs to one side, careful.