You’re sleepy and fail to notice it’s actually a hand until it’s on your thigh and smoothly, gently caressing your legs. Absent mindedly, maybe...it was the wine earlier, maybe it’s the wanting to avoid work, or maybe the torso which made your mind wander earlier… you push your pelvis forward until my thumb meets your sweet spot. Hhhhhh, you breath out slowly as I begin to gently move my thumb in circles.Time passes, you’re in a state of drowsiness and have now lent back dreamily enjoying the. Why else?”Julie blushed even more.That girl is such a slut, she thought.Jake stifled a laugh.“Carol, that was refreshingly honest,” Jake said. “But, as much as I’d like to help you out, and believe me that I’d like that very much, we have a problem. Jason and I have given our word that we would do no such thing.”“You’re saying we’ve reached an impasse,” Carol said.“I think that is a good word for what we have here,” Jake said.“Maybe not,” Carol said. She leaned into Jason, and kissed him. “Now. Firstly, I do keep my knickers on. Actually, this, for me, makes it more real. At school. and I’m talking late 60’s, early 70’s here, when corporal punishment was the norm, bare arsed thrashings were certainly not the norm. At my school, and I’m sure this was probably fairly widespread, us girls got the strap, or similar, and the boys were caned. I remember reading an article in one of the papers back then. A girl had been caned for her repeated misdemeanours and, on the basis that this was a. The thought of all those sperms kept her hot. She’d always loved fucking and her husband never banged her too much.There had been four white dicks, one Asian, one Latino, and two black ones for her pleasure. She asked one white and the Asian to return later for more since they had filled and fucked her the best. The Asian was first (actually ninth) and dipping deep when the white guy quietly pushed open the bedroom door and watched, stroking his substantial shaft in rhythm with her yellow.