She ran her tongue over the clit which was already swelled. I moaned holding the bar tightly and I spread thighs to easy access of her. She grabbed my...booty cheeks and squished them. Her sharpen nails scratched hurting me and slapped on bums fired me into maximum. She licked all the pussy juice inserting tongue in to the hole. I had no any tuning point other than come to the climax. I could only see her head moving up and down through friction of my boobs. She looked at me with successful smile. Zoe continued using the stern voice Mrs Scott used, “Well we both wanted this to be a very special night. You will get your wish to be caned, but you will also learn not to mess with me which is why I will also spank you. Understood?” “Yes Zoe,” Mike replied looking guiltily at Zoe’s thighs imagining himself across her lap. Mrs Scott said firmly, “Miss Zoe now Michael just like you called me Mrs Scott.” Mike nodded, looked sheepishly at Zoe and said, “I understand Miss Zoe.” Mike scrunched his. Clumps of long grass obscured her vision and she shifted slightly, straining to see through the trees. She clutched her weapon tight and shivered. ‘I can see it,’ she said, her low voice carried away by the bitter wind, which pinched at her exposed skin. Fran wriggled forward so her elbows met Monica’s. ‘Can you see any of the enemy? I haven’t got my glasses on.’ Monica gritted her teeth and scanned the area. There was a clearing ahead where a red flag flapped and beckoned. There was no sign of. It didn’t stop there, she was exploring too. Her hands were busy discovering new parts of the male body. Needless to say, I liked it a lot! Things took off pretty fast after spring break. It was harder to get away, but we found times to explore each other’s bodies. I’ll never forget the night I fingered her pussy. Then I had the opportunity to lick and suck it. It was a little challenging at first. The hair, the taste, the smell; all made it awkward, but I loved it and still love it today. She.