"Ouch, that hurt," she exclaimed. "Not so hard next time." Apparently from that answer, she'd been paddled before--and liked it--so I smacked her once...more just for good measure as my cock stuffed her full. "Oh gosh, that feels so good," she grunted as I withdrew and plowed forward again. In under a minute I had released her arms and taken hold of her skinny waist, quite literally slamming my big prick straight into her juicy pussy as she grunted and squealed in ecstasy. A million wild ideas. Simon took his hand from beneath her dress and hugged her to him, keeping her close. Zack stroked her arm and leaned in to kiss her. “Gem…that was…I can’t even explain…” She smiled with contentment, wanting to soak up the moment, to sit with him and Simon for a while longer. As the limousine came to a stop Gemma had to fight her way through the sensual haze that surrounded her to fix her clothing before the door opened. She disentangled herself from Simon’s arms, leaning back to pull her. He forced himself time and again to focus on the events of the attack. He wanted to be able to recognize important information when he overheard it.The house routine meant that both Page and Willow had heard Carl leave. Neither had an opportunity to speak to him and both were concerned about his early departure. However there were things that needed to be done and Carl would be sorted out in due time.While Willow cleaned up the breakfast things Page drew another card for the box game. It was. He was newly divorced and had just moved to a town an hour and forty-five minutes away from home. He decided to call home and have a chat with his boys. But being that they were now both teenagers; they were way too busy to talk to their dad on a Friday night. 'What does a thirty-nine year man with few friends do on a Friday night?' he thought to himself."I'll go for a run," he said out loud.John had already been to the gym earlier that day before work but he still had energy and with nothing.