Deb did not rub my butt cheeks and inner thighs or lightly brush my cock with her fingers. That move always got a reaction! I felt the hairbrush rest ...n my butt for a second, lift and return with a force that caused me to gasp. “Ouch... that hurts!” There was no response just a quick follow up with two more swats. “My God, Debbie,” I exclaimed. “That’s enough!” “I have not even started,” she said as I tried to lift myself off her lap. “Stay down and don't move.” Whack, Whack, Whack “Please. My dick was throbbing, my heart was pounding, and my mind was a whirlwind. I could not think straight if I tried at this moment. All I could think about was licking, sucking, tasting, pleasuring and penetrating the love nest that was in front of me. My tongue made contact with her entrance, and licked straight up to her clit in one move. She let out a moan of ecstasy. And her pussy instantly got wetter. Her taste was sweet and very enjoyable. I instantly noticed this, and wanted all I. My time apart from David aided me in seeing the truth in that statement, among other things. Being separated from David was like taking a step back from a masterpiece at an art gallery to look at the entire picture. When looking at certain details, it’s easy to miss the overall message—David and I were not compatible. We were not made for each other, and our marriage would have been miserable. I fought for David during the last two years of our relationship when things went south, but I. There were a number of students in my office today when Anthony came in. I was hoping he would hang around until the last one left, but he was gone when I finished discussing essay topics with the last group...October 16th. Dear Diary; ... Today I finally got a chance to speak with Anthony. He asked if he could close the door, 'so we wouldn't be disturbed', and I went along with it. I was able ask him about why he found mature women more interesting, and he said his first sexual experiences had.