We soon got our first apartment together and our first official business together as a couple was to christen every room in the place. If you know wha... I mean.In the meantime I got a real job as a manager trainee at a local firm. My prospects seemed good. I was soon wearing a suit and tie to work. Our social events centered around places other than the local bar. It became obvious we were meant to be together, so it was no surprise when Sandra answered 'yes' to the question 'will you marry. As she ran upstairs she tried to work out how come she had come so close to watching Hannah being spanked, and still might, but she will now also be spanked. How could it have happened? Of course it was just one slip. She didn’t listen carefully enough to the question. If she had just smiled in agreement Mrs. Bowman would have kept thinking about Hannah’s knickerless days and not Nina’s. Just one slip. Nina found Hannah’s room and went inside. Hannah had heard the conversation and smiled. “That. I again kissed her lips and ran my tongue in her mouth as my hand went below and touched her cunt over her shorts. Her legs parted and I ran my hand over her slit all the way down to her thighs. I pressed her butt cheeks and she pressed against me with her breasts. I knew she was hot and led her to the dining table as I didn’t have the patience to take her upstairs to my room. I lay her down on the table, her breasts jiggled and I leaned over and fondled them and kissed her stomach which was. A thirty-nine-year-old no nonsense all American girl born and raised in the Southern Bible belt and as prim and as proper as could be. Married at nineteen to an asshole. Divorced at thirty-seven to the same adulterous drunken asshole who walked out one day and never came back. Mom is the Doris Day type. Five-seven straight up and down with shoulder-length white blonde hair that was always immaculate wherever she went and whatever she was doing. Bright blue eyes. Thick lashes. A slightly.