I mean if I told her about Jim and his dog what would she think? It might be the end of our friendship because it was way, W A Y, out there. “You ...on’t have much to say,” Varda remarked as we walked, “Can I come with you to Jim’s when he gets back? I’d like to meet him.” I was beyond red in the face and my pussy was dripping just thinking about Varda meeting Jim and his dog. I was speechless and then she knew that she had to, absolutely had to, meet Jim and she told me so. I asked: “You. . you're a man, and I understand. Stop feeling bad. You're hand feels good. See how wet my pussy is." With that she shoved my hand back down into her panties. At this point I was totally confused and excited. My sweet sister wanted me to feel her hot pussy. Lust, once morestarted pumping though my veins. " Donna are you sure it s ok?" I said. I needed for her to tell me it was ok. I needed to hear it from her lips. Well, she didn't have to say a word. Her body told me everything I needed to. But when the smacking started, she cried out with each blow. The nuns were hard spankers, and Margarita lifted her arm up and back before bringing it down on her victim's mostly bare backside; the thong offered virtually no cover. Vivian saw Cathy's face scrunch up, and her legs scissored up and down as she was beaten.Vivian wondered if Cathy was really getting pleasure out of this as she had claimed. She was at an angle where she couldn't see if the other girl’s genitals were getting wet or. Now her husband looked at her. “Are you ready?” he asked. “Of course,” she said. “I can't wait.” It was true. Her husband had been delighted when she'd finally agreed to let him video her. But that wasn't why she couldn't wait. She couldn't wait because she knew that he was outside, watching. She didn't dare acknowledge him now, but she could just about glimpse him out of the corner of her eye, leaning against the narrow strip of brickwork that stopped the window from stretching the full length.