Seconds later I land across his lap and he starts to slap my ass. I try to protect my bottom by my hands, no avail.Screams, first from indightment, se...ondly from my burning bottom and thirdly probably from my amazing arousal!Stella slowly wakes up to the pains and pleasures of her prediciament, bent across my lap, feeling my manhood.She feels a fresh mix of my sweetness she knew and a new level in my love for her, as I caress her ass in between.So amazed how I can switch between hitting her. Gordan walked toward Emilia's house. The mailman gave him a nod as he got into the mail car.Gordan knocked on the door, no reply.He turned the doorknob, it was open.Whatever, he thought, this was his neighbor's house.He stepped inside.He found Emilia Clarke lying on her back, supported up by her elbows. Her big eyes were wide open. Her shorts and panties were at her ankle."I knew it, you little slut," shouted Gordan as he kicked his shoes off."Gordan, no," cried Emilia, "I just got raped by the. " "Can you hang in there a little while longer?" "You're really gonna make me earn that thousand bucks, aren't you?" He let go of his cock and placed his hand on the inside of her thigh, stroking her softly as he lay his cheek against the warmth of one, broad ass cheek. He closed his eyes and inhaled as deeply as his body allowed. His senses bloomed with the manifold aromas of ass, pussy, thighs. Sweat and girl honey. Viscous fluid oozed from the bulbous tip of his cock. "You've got the. Today she was dressed in black cord jeans a white cotton blouse with a matching black cotton V-necked jumper, her hair was loose and she had a scrunchy on her wrist in case of emergency. Her make up, again was light but she wore a lovely deep red lipstick, which seemed to accentuate her sensuous mouth to perfection. Without appearing to be interfering she found the kitchen, checked the Chicken in the oven, put a lovely bottle of chardonnay in the fridge to cool and managed to get me to give her.