Shannon was a knockout. I tried not to stare but her large caramel breasts were staring me right in the face. The panties hugged the slight protrusion...of her mound very tightly. I think I even briefly caught a glimpse of razor bumps around her inner thighs. "If you're going to drool, do it over the trash can" Nick playfully joked. He pulled Shannon in close for a hug. While she leaned in giving him a full embrace he squeezed her ass and parted her cheeks. Knowing Nick very well, he was doing. .I can't....aahh....?She gasped and moaned as she struggled to cope with the extreme sensations she was being subjected to. I looked at her vagina: it was already wet. I knew that in addition to the pain, she was getting just as much erotic pleasure out of the experience as I was. But I didn't want her to expect too much kindness just yet, and I drew away from her to administer the next stroke. I didn't want her to think I was ignoring her other nipple, so I raised the cane above my head and. We came up with a plan in the end, and the date was set by her, with a casual “Saturday, will do!” she even supervising Dennis and I digging her own grave precisely where she wished it to be, setting the depth saying she didn’t want any coffin, or shroud, she was to be naked and laid on a favourite blanket and pillow and covered before the Sunday morning, the turf back in place as if she had never walked here… It was clinical, and it was cold factual stuff, she, nursing us, rather than us. If we made the post-season -- if, finally, this was the Paul Warren team that would go all the way to the World Series -- the Cardinals would very likely be the club we would meet there.If today had been any indication, they completely outclassed us!When we got back home, I called Maria but got her roommate, instead. I'd never met the roommate -- Maria and I were too scared she'd recognize me. But I'd spoken to her, several times, on the phone. Maria had gone to College Park for some kind of.