Your hands cupping and grasping them as I softly moan. Your rough hands move down to my skirt, tugging it off. My thong is still on me. You leave it. ...t’s not important enough to take off. It adds to the fun. Your arms wrap around my legs and your fingers slide over my thong just before your lips meet mine. You give a soft moan as you kiss me and it drives me wild. My fingers reach down to run through your hair. I’m not pulling you towards me, I’m not holding you in place. My fingers are simply. From this moment on when i think you have not been good enough ill be spanking like your mum use to.Really you will spanking me?Oh yes and it be fun for me ok last thing your going to tell me what you were thinking about when you came earlier on i know you said it was me laying on your lap but that cant be it all so tell me. Do i really have to its embarrassing and i know it was wrong. Yes now tell me remember anything i say you will do even if i tell you to strip you will wont you boy. If you. Debbie was in New York at that time. I liked my daughter running around in a bikini very much (she had nice breasts for her age, a good C-Cup and tanned every weekend almost nude in our garden. I liked the … view. But I never watched her showering) and it seems that the boys were enjoying it too. Maybe a bit too much. As the party was over I talked to Sally, told her what I heared what the boys said about her. They had talked about how fucking hot she looks in her bikini and they even did a bet. The descriptions of their actions are strong enough on their own to describe just how strong it was. Tasha’s body raised off the bed, her back arched and the front of her body pushed upward toward the ceiling. The feeling was electric, as if he had put a live current through her body. She felt so alive, so surreal and extreme. She felt the amazing things that were set to happen before her in the next several minutes. Her mind was swimming, that is, until her body was his with another shockwave..