I picked up the cane she had so recently dropped on the desk and gave her the sort of caning I should have been in front of the Governers for if I'd t...eated a pupil that way! At least twenty full bloodied strokes, some of them hard enough to draw spots of blood along the welt lines... all of them using wrist and shoulder, ranging from lower back to thigh backs, reducing her arse to a crimson, swollen, welted lump which she thrust up at me with an ever increasing frenzy and excitement. Her cunt. Her hand slides slowly down my side over my hip and she places her hand on my mound and slides her second finger over the lips of my pussy. She keeps sliding her finger up and down my lips but it never slides within the folds, and I so desperately want her to slide that finger within my slit down to my dripping wet hole and finger fuck me. I'm getting frustrated and start wiggling my hips to try and get it across that I want more, that I want her to touch my clit. Finally, she gives me what I. I find her sexy and so do other men, and I like that. She is 38, with 3 children and carries this sexy little Caesar scar above her pubic mound. Her breasts are full and droopy at the same time. Sometimes she shaves her mound, and at times she doesn’t. I am not fazed either way and like both, hairy and shaved. She prefers to wax than shave, and for the moment is not waxing as it causes her too much pain. So hairy and trimmed it is for now. When I met her, she could only have an orgasm with. Tracey seemed strange the following week, she was enjoying the play and come home every night buzzing, but she seemed sad that it was ending and made a couple of unnecessary comments and questions about when I was getting back on Sunday and even confirmed that I wasn’t going to be back and not coming to the party. I lied and let my mind go racing.I watched the play on Thursday and met with Tracey and Jason afterwards and noticed how comfortable they were with each other, touching each other’s.