I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost every now and then going o...er to the grocery store or library.I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue tooth [it’s red] phone I am supposed to use when I drive.I wore it once and was standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my wife and everyone in the nearest 50 yards was glaring at me.I had to take my hearing aid out to use it, and I got a little. Now for the last stroke with the kooboo. This would be on the sit spot, between the anus and the sulci. “What do we know about the final stroke of a caning, Emma?” I asked. “It’s always the hardest, Sir,” she replied. “Very well, Emma, bend slightly at the knees and stick your bottom right out for me.” She complied: her cheeks parted a little further and I stroked them softly. Her bottom was quite firm to the touch in this position. I raised the cane for the sixth stroke and delivered it with. Debbie went up and down sucking noisily on his penis, she tried to take it all but it was too long for her, whilst at the same time his fingers found their way to her pussy. He played with her cunt, teasing it, opening the lips, caressing her inner thighs, running his fingers around and teasing her asshole, then, he slowly inserted his fingers inside her. I could hear her moan with pleasure as she wriggled to his touch. I felt shaky, nervous and unsure watching my wife who I loved and trusted. We'll fix it so you don't ever have to go back there again. I'm sure Frank and his wife would be happy to have you stay with them while we work out the problems." No, Jerry! I want to stay with you. I don't want to live with strangers. That's what I'm running away from. Please, please let me stay with you."Her tearful pleas were breaking my heart. "OK, sweetheart. We'll work something out." She was holding on to my arm so tightly it was hard to drive.Frank and Marie let me use the small.