We went inside and Kevin led me into the café, found a booth where we could sit and talk privately. We both ordered hot chocolate to drink.He slid ba...k against the back of the booth and asked, “So, who tells their story first? Maybe it should be ladies first?” I responded that I would be happy to go first as my story might be shorter than his, based on what I heard at the cemetery.I began to tell him that my coming to Pilsen was a combination of two factors. I was self-employed as a business. Young, beautiful and nearly naked standing soaking wet in my living room.I realized I was staring at her, then embarrassed I looked away trying to conceal the hardness that was growing inside my shorts.Would you like something warm to drink, I offered her as I stepped aside of her and started to make my way toward the kitchen.I felt her hand grip my armI froze in my tracksThank you she said as she reached over and picked up my glass of brandy and took a sip as she looked directly into my. "God, you feel so big," she murmured. "and so good." So do you," he replied." He paused with just the head of his dick in her. Then, after a kiss, he thrust again.Devlin moaned slightly. After the build up, this felt pretty damned good. She could feel him sliding deeper. That was one of the things she couldn't seem to make other people understand. Oh, Sabrina and other girls who'd had sex knew, but it was one of those peculiar things: if you'd done it you knew, and if you hadn't, you couldn't.. That's 840 swats." "Please don't!" yelled Sandra in a panic. "So we'll do for you what we did for your sister. We'll make each swat hurt more, in return for making them count for five each. So you lay on the bed face up, we tie your arms and legs to the posts, and then we'll hit you on your legs, tummy and breasts, for five swats each. That makes a total of 188 actual hits. You've taken that many befrore haven't you?" Sandra nodded, unable to bring herself to speak. "Good," said her mom. "So.