Her ass, like her breasts, is large for her small frame; it is round and plump, making a perfectly shaped hourglass figure. Her facial structure is p...t together well, reminiscent of a cutesy anime character brought to life. It is all done in such a way that begs you to fuck her. Her lips are full, luscious, and crafted almost ideally for pleasuring men. Her entire body was expertly crafted to be the very epitome of temptation: the true and undeniable embodiment of lust itself. I consider. Every touch from her sent signals of excitement to my brain; her breasts touched against mine; everything screamed sex.'I don't even know what to call you; what's your femme name?''I've never really thought about it' I said truthfully. 'I'm Philip, so call me Philippa, or even Pippa.''Well, Pippa' she started, 'I can see you're a real sexy girl, just like I try to be...' She was oozing sex, being as suggestive with her lips and tongue as possible. 'You can't deny it, wearing such a short skirt. “He’s just a big ole Teddy Bear.”“Bring him over sometime.” I quipped, “We can show him how it’s done.” and punched her arm.She rolled her eyes while her cheeks reddened. Covering her face in embarrassment, she said, “He could use a lesson.” and laughed, “I can just imagine him cowering in the corner watching us.”Seeing her embarrassment, I thought to change the subject and asked, “So how is your head?”“My head?” she asked, and patted her hair, “What’s wrong with it?”“You know, where I knocked. I am going to buy a cane and use it on you you worthless piece of shit."Being caned by Helen was what Peter had wanted for years but he had been too afraid or too embarrassed to ask.His prick had deflated slightly and Helen ordered him out of the chair and she put her large arse on it and after one more look atwhat was playing onscreen shut that site down and Googled 'canes'. Peter looked over his wife's shoulder as she looked for something suitable and his prick was hardening again as she.