"My name's Hoisington."He turned slowly back to me, as inexorably as a continental glacier scraping Canada off the map. "Close enough."I was afraid it...would be. The man was as pissy as a twelfth-hour diaper and certainly no more pleasant. Keeping my courage from scattering like children at recess took more effort than was required to lift the turret from a tank, or to hurl a space shuttle into orbit, or to keep a priest off an altar boy. "And what brings you here, Mister... ?" Collucci. I'm. "Lay back further Angie." I suggested. "Open your legs a bit more. I want to see your fingers move in and out." She did as I said, leaning herself back against the arm of the settee, all the time ensuring she could still see my own actions.I started to stroke my cock harder and faster now. I was now moaning with pleasure, but I was desperate not to close my eyes or to cum too soon. I wanted to focus entirely on watching her as she drove another two more fingers deep into her sopping pussy.She. Seventeen-years-old or thirty-eight-years-old, there would be no difference once the spanking started. The teenager would make her cry for sure and her age would be an irrelevance. Emma and Tania rubbed the respective bottoms across their laps, relishing the pain they were about to impart. Mother and daughter exchanged glances; Tania nodded, and immediately started to spank eighteen-year-old Becky. Emma followed suit and spanked Sharon’s bare bottom, first on alternate bottom cheeks and then. I turned her around so that I was behind her and started to finger her pussy from behind, my right hand massaging her clitoris in little circles and two fingers of my left hand slipping in and out of her wet folds. She leaned heavily against me and I could feel that her knees were buckling. All to soon I felt her muscles clamp around my fingers and I could feel her her second orgam massaging my fingers. She tried to turn but I keep her before me, still working her pussy. After a few moments she.