Did I like it, I was asked, and I nodded as best I could in my posture, felt my face suffused still, though with excitement rather than embarrassment,...and a nice tingling in my belly. Never having done such a thing before, the richness and warmth of her body felt superb under mine. “I want to teach you. Will you let me?” she husked. I knew not the real meaning of her words, but the helpless wonder in my eyes spoke for me. Tremulously I felt her fingers pulling on the ties of my drawers which. Growing up in California, I graduated high school in June of 2005 and by July, I was at Marine Corps boot camp in San Diego. I served for 7 years and went on 2 tours of duty, one in Iraq and 1 in Afghanistan. I was medically separated in 2012 after our convoy was hit with an IED, killing 3 of my friends and injuring me with shrapnel through my right arm. I had what the doctors called a mild case of PTSD which brought the occasional flashback as well as reactions to sudden loud noises.Shaking. ”Audrey grinned. “You’re the best.”She gave Wesley a kiss on the cheek which made him blush. He reached for the straps of his backpack and realized it was gone and so was Audrey’s. Wesley shouted. “Where the hell did are backpacks go?”Audrey responded. “I don’t know. I think we would have noticed if they fell off or something, they just disappeared.”“You had snacks in yours right?”“Yes, I did.”Without a map or compass Wesley and Audrey could both say that they were truly lost. They also now. It was about nothing really important, but Ellen was nasty about it in a way he had never heard before. She was explicit at what she wanted. “Jake, you can’t let me get away with me insulting you like that. You have to get me back into line, and I’ve already told you exactly how to do it.”She was soon stretched out across his lap in the back seat. He raised her skirt and was just about to start the spanking, when she protested, “No, not on the seat of my drawers. It has to be on my bare.