You don’t respond for a moment. You giggle and agree. You’re kissing again. She’s moaning. I can’t hear what you’re doing so I have to fill ...t in, you slide your right hand up her thigh and bring it to rest on her waist, your left hand cupping her breast. You move her bra downward and pinch her nipples between you thumb and forefinger. She moans again. The noises stop, seems like you’re finishing the undressing. So much for taking it slow. Sounds of movement start up once more, sounds like. This triggered me to take off my shirt and it was pretty clear that my low riding shorts were bulging a bit. As I leaned back, I unbuttoned my shorts. Just after that, I heard conversation and a moment later a 20-something man and woman on trail bikes came by within 10 yards of us. They looked right at us and had to know we were up to something...all the clues were there. But, I watched them ride off and I really didn't care if they hid to watch or not. I doubt they did since they were a. Did I really want to go to all the trouble of finding a new wife? At my age I was well past the 'eligible bachelor' stage and my work schedule pretty much precluded my getting involved in the 'dating scene'. On the plus side Annabelle did seem to be comfortable with her new status, of course she hadn't yet been sent on her first 'business meeting' and it could change the way she felt. After looking at it from all angles I decided to stay with the status quo. I could always go for the divorce. ” Then SWAT, SWAT, SWAT, SWAT, many more times. Now my bottom was hurting so much that I was moving about and I brought my hands back to rub my poor bottom. “Don’t rub your bottom until I tell you to! Your spanking isn’t over with yet, so now I want you to stand up and follow me.” Although my bottom was still hurting, she grabbed me by my erect penis and led me over to the wall. “Stand about three feet from the wall with your legs apart, and put your hands out so you are leaning against the.