I looked at her eyes. Her pupils looked as big as saucers and I started to ask her if she was high when little Bradley jumped out, obviously forgettin... that I was mad at her. She knelt at my feet and took me into her mouth. Little Bradley was a traitor I realized as he sprang to attention despite my silent admonishments to him to act cool.I leaned against the wall while she went to work on my tool and soon, I forgot that I was supposed to be angry. She kept at it expertly, with only short. Ann is tall, and wears short shorts around the yard, or yoga pants if she's out for a walk or run. I've had a crush on her for a long while, but they seem to be a great couple, I wouldn't want to fuck it up for them. Then one day. Ann and I text when we need to talk about neighbor stuff—her husband does too sometimes, but he's less social. It was summer, one of those miserable humid nights. It was Saturday on a long holiday weekend and I'd been working stupid hours all week and no time to. I've gone for a pre-breakfast run with her twice in my life. I ran in a 10k race a couple of weeks ago mostly as a favor to Donna, and I went on a run today. Otherwise the only running I do is for soccer. That's my ENTIRE running history. To be completely honest, I'll also be going to Donna's athletic club this coming Saturday, and doing a little run there, but that's a one-time thing and I won't be going back." -- It wouldn't do any harm to insult running, so I added, "I think running around. Both of them were dancing in place, which may have excited Dotty and Mike, but did nothing for those receiving the punishment.Carol and Mike apparently decided, tacitly, to extend the punishment beyond the usual fifteen whacks. When they reached eighteen, Beth began to cry out.?Oh, please stoppp! Oh, it huuuurts! I’ll be goooood, I promise. No more, pleeeease!?But the punishment continued until twenty-five stripes appeared on both teen’s backsides and legs. At that point, Beth was crying.