Pete stroked her hair with one hand as he used the other to shut off the camera controls on the computer keyboard. He was hoping that they would have ...ome more time later in the week, or maybe he could get that other girl that was with her, or maybe even both of them. Pete suggested they head on back downstairs. Tracey asked if she could get cleaned up first, but Pete just threw the box of tissues to her as he headed out the door. Tracey wiped her pussy off and quickly followed behind him.. " Do you fantasize about her?" I told her she's in my spank bank, but she doesn't believe me." What's a spank bank, Uncle Jimmy?" Well, Cindy, It's images in my head that help me pleasure myself. I think of fucking your mother and I touch myself until I cum." Have you ever thought about me that way?" Cindy, thinking about you is wrong, but I have to admit I think about you often." "Do you touch yourself when you think of me?" Every time I think of you, I touch myself." Let me see. I want to see. Our ragged breathing and moans and grunts of pleasure. Fast, hard, primitive need rages through us, pushing us closer to the edge of release, blocking all other thoughts from our minds. The intensity draws us faster and faster, higher and higher until I can feel you clenched up, so close to falling over the edge. My own body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending intensely aware. I know you're close and your excitement triggers my own release as I feel ripples of convulsions starting. Then I heard a whooshing sound and heard and felt the crack of it making contact with my fat ass. I yelped and jumped, surprised at how painful the switch was! I've been spanked many many times before, but never with a thin branch from a small tree. Over and over again she swatted my bum with it and each time I yelped and they laughed. They told me what a pervert I was and how I deserved this. The blonde then grabbed the switch and began whipping my ass with it. As fast and as hard as she.