When that slap came she really felt it,she remembered screaming and begging the Reverend Abbot to stop,her pleas went unheard,she remembered her botto... feeling as if it was on fire,she remembered the old Abbot breathing heavily and making a low 'squeaking' noise,she remember him constantly saying," Oh,yes,yes,this is what you need,my girl !".She remembered feeling that he was hard under his habit,she could feel his penis 'stick' her whenever she moved,she knew he was turned on by spanking,she. " "Okay. I guess so." she responded. She was gently squeezing and stroking him, and it grew bigger and bigger in her soft hand. He was breathing hard, and told her, "You better stop, now. You're about to make me cum." She kept on. "I want to see what it looks like when you cum." She kept stroking, and Billy began jerking, and soon shot a big load of cum out, covering her hand and wrist. Some of it shot up and hit her in the face. She kept on until he asked her to stop."So that's what the men. Well, maybe I did count the minutes, but I didn't stay home.I had a Triumph T-110 and me and a couple of buddies would get together and go somewhere. When we did I usually had a girl on the back of my bike. Not because Vickie wasn't enough for me, but because Charlie had a custom built bike that couldn't carry a passenger so I usually ended up hauling Odette for him.Odette was constantly bitching at him because she couldn't ride with him, but to be fair to Charlie he built the bike before he. ...oh how I wish she would choose this moment to go full brazzilian. Rather than deflate, the hot flush of jealousy emphasized and amplified my arousal. I was significantly more turned on than when spying on Linda on my own; a new dimension to my perversion had just exploded into my psyche in much the same way as my cock was desperate to explode into Linda's pussy. I now understood why John always obligingly gave up his room without complaint whenever we slept over. Clearly he was happy with.