Then he remembered that it was in his shorts, which were still on the floor. He pulled his phone from his pocket, lying back down on her bed. The mess...ge was from Julia. Hey, honey. I hope you're not touching yourself on my bed. Josh smiled. No, Ms. Wilkinson, I'm not. After a few seconds his message alert sounded again. Hmmm... okay, I believe you. Are you hard? I wasn't, but now that you've started texting I'm getting hard again. Show me. Send me a photo of your hard on. Josh smiled, the. Her hips rose of the bed, beckoning the hot invader, drawing him deeper into her. ‘Oh, God!’ Ann cried, ‘Oh, God! Oh, God!’ Martin rocked his hips, poking himself deep into her. ‘Yes! Yes!’ he groaned. His cries of delight joined Ann’s. ‘Ah! Ahh! Ahhh!’ Ann cried, her hips going into a series of thrusts and spasms, her body shaking as a violent orgasm ripped through her. ‘I’m there! Please! Please! Take me! Oh, God, Martin! Take me! Take me! I’m coming! Oh, God, I’m coming! Oh, yes! Come! Come. I felt what I thought was Becky's hand as it went beneath the pillow to cup my right breast. "Let's say we get rid of this, shall we?" I heard him say as he removed the pillow I was using as a shield. I tried to object. I tried to pull my mouth away from Becky's, but, she held on to my head. Her tongue dancing with mine in such a way I did not want her to stop. She was smothering me, and, I loved it. No longer protected by the pillow, my whole body was open to David's view. While Becky was. “You told Andy, didn’t you?”“That’s where I got the idea, you weren’t the only one who got spanked.”“Pity Andy didn’t cane you, sixty-five of those and you’d have been a lot more choosy.”Rhona glanced at Andy. “But that wasn’t the point, was it, Andy? You didn’t want her to be choosy, did you? I bet you went easy on the whacks too.”“I won’t answer that,” he said. “Things like that are between the whacker and the whacked... Anything else you want to know Rhona or can we move on to your.