”“Well that’s what I thought, just making sure.”They stopped at a clearing in the woods and sat down on an overturned log.“You still jerk of... and stuff like I showed ya?” JJ asked him.“Yeah,” Adam replied. “Almost every day, sometimes twice a day.”JJ laughed and said, “That’s cool. How about spankings? Had any since I left?”“Nah,” Adam told him. “My dad stopped doing that after you left. I used a belt on myself a few times though.”“You did?” Joe asked with a chuckle. “Really?”“Yeah. I miss. I’m not done with you. Not by a long shot. I watched as my wife handed her a tube of lube and my key holder lubed up her cock. Then, as I stood there, hanging naked from the ceiling. My key holder walked up behind me and positioned herself. I looked at my wife as my key holder pressed the head of her cock against my opening. My wife smiled as my eyes began to bug out. She knew what was happening. My opening was being filled by my key holder and it was more than I would enjoy. My key holder. A beautiful girl that lived in Mumbai region.Just a day after my last story was posted, I got a mail from this girl. “Hey!”Since I was a bit busy, I replied: “ttyl. Busy right now”. She said alright. At evening that day, when I was free and alone at home, I replied her: “hey!”She spontaneously replied, ” Loved your story! Your girlfriend must be soo lucky”. I said, thanks. We had a bit of chat via emails before we started to chat on hangouts.“What made you like my story so much?” I asked. She. Reaching into a pouch, he pulled out his spare blue jeans, and tied them to the rope at the edge of the lip, so the lip would not cut the rope."Okay, Jen you're first, just like we did at the cliff."Jen walked over to the rope and looped it through her equipment belt. She stepped to the edge and started lowering herself down. She had to be extra careful because there was no wall here to push against.Lowering herself by her arm muscles, she looked down and she shouted, "Hold on Ken, I'm.