Although I wasn’t exactly buff, the visible muscles I had helped with that. Standing at six foot two, I was pretty tall. I used to play basketball a...d kept myself in pretty good shape. Unfortunately, any shot I had at a career in the sport had disappeared when a nasty foul on the field had broken my shoulder at a game last year.After I finished, I jumped into the shower and stretched lightly. I winced as pain shot through my damaged shoulder. The doctor had told me that with enough therapy the. Wes took my salad out of my lap and turned it onto my tortilla with meticulous care, his fingers holding down the sides, wrapping them up.“What are you doing?”“Making you a burrito to make you feel better.”That was about the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me. All he’d done was turned my salad into a burrito, but the sentiment meant so much to me. I was used to my emotions being in overdrive in situations like this. They were always the bad emotions, the ones controlled by unhappiness and. His hand swiftly slid underneath the lace of her bra and his hand was now roughly squeezing and kneading her soft flesh. To my amazement my wife slightly changed position and began responding to his kisses by cupping his head in her hands as he casually lifted her tits out of their cups. Her hands were pulling at his jet-black hair as he tugged at her already extended nipples. I could tell that they were playing tongue tennis forcing their wet tongues deep inside each others mouth. I was now. Jane tapped Steven’s bottom with the hairbrush twice, and said, “We got 100 of these so that is what you will be getting,” and immediately raised the hairbrush and brought the wooden paddle down hard on her son’s bare bottom. Steven squealed and when the paddle brush spanked his other bare bottom cheek he gasped and cried out. Jane however was adamant she was going to complete the punishment, continuing with spank after spank counting out each 10 spanks just as Miss D had done. When she got to.