The movie was a complicated spoof of a space horror flick that Rachael enjoyed it immensely. She guffawed, she screamed at the scary parts, she grabbe... my arm pressed her ample bosom into me– a lot. I liked that. She smelled like peaches. I liked that too. On the way to the car after the movie, Rachael was jabbering away about scenes in the movie and laughing as she remembered funny lines. She stopped short of my car and gasped! ‘Oh my!’ she exclaimed. ‘Do you know what you have here?’ She. Also just like that night, I started spanking her as hard as I could. Soon her ass cheeks were almost as red as her hair, yet I still continued. She was wailing and crying, but in no way was she fighting me to try and get away.I started talking to her, using the spanking on her ass now to punctuate the questions."Did I say YOU could cum?" (slap)"No Sir!!" But you did, didn't you?" (slap)"Yes Sir!!" Tell me you're sorry." (slap)"I'm sorry, Sir!!" Again!" (slap)"I am sorry, Sir!!" What are you?". .., " I stammered. "Dave!" she said, simply and kissed me again. I ran my hands up her back and when she didn't resist, I grasped her ass. She drew herself closer to me pressing her groin into mine. Surely she could feel my arousal! At 45 I certainly wasn’t past it. It had just been a while and well things were different on the dating scene these days. Lisa was a lithe brunette with shoulder length hair framing a pretty round face. Her top was designed to draw attention to her ample breast. The Men’s Center. Countless colleges and universities across America have Women’s Resource Centers. How many of them have a place designated to help men in need? Not many. In fact, I’ve only heard of two schools with men’s centers. Old Dominion University in Virginia and Saint John’s University in Minnesota. When I came to the school, I was startled by how awesome it was. Saint Vincent University was a dream given form for me. My parents are both deceased. I grew up in foster care. I was ward.