Her ass if really muscular too. When she puts on her gymnast tights she usually has a camel-toe that shows and it excites the hell out of me and every...man that sees her pussy in the outfit too.One day Terri needed punishment and I was ready to really let her have it. I had her undress as usual. She then bent over my lap and I spanked her ass just as hard as I could for fifty swats on each ass cheek until my hand hurt. I could only see a single tear form in the corner of one of her eyes. As. I put my arms around her feeling her breasts mashing into my chest and hoping she couldn’t feel how hard I had gotten before we let each other go and went to our rooms! I had just dosed off when there was a light knock on the door and it opened. ‘Sam.’ I opened my eyes, ‘yea babe.’ I looked over at the door to see her standing there in a white night gown but she might as well have been naked the way the light was shining through it! It made me catch my breath as I looked at her. ‘You ok?’ ‘No!. They took staggered, tired-out turns. Determined to face the challenge of not stopping until I was satiated… knowing little of what that aim might take from them. They joked and boasted and showed off to each other as all such groups of newly-fledged men do. Suddenly I was transported back to when I might have entertained oh-so similar a score of youths, on that very patch of hillside… when the great-great-grandfathers of the trees surrounding might yet have been seedlings. Bronze spears and. Mr. Phelps wore a dark suit, a gray silk tie, a white handkerchief in the left breast pocket of his jacket. Mrs. Phelps wore a red silk dress with a large bow at the lowest point of the neckline.Directly behind Mrs. Phelps was a large rubber plant and beyond that the tall windows overlooking Sixty-fifth Street.Mr. Phelps moved his forefinger back and forth under his wife's chin. "Don't look so sad." I never see you any more." Darling, you know how busy I am. Always on the run and all that. Busy.