What was a spanking really like? Was it a feeling of security she would feel as she lowered her knickers knowing she was only having to do so because ...he had earned a spanking? Surely that must go through her mind? What about when going across the person's lap? Was that sexy or worrying? Maybe the person giving the spanking was turned on and was going to have an orgasm part way through? That was possible she supposed although no one had ever suggested that to her. It was her imagination running. The whipping would be coming!The window opened and it was Ma's voice "STA-A-ARLING! Get up here, so we cansee that envelope!" And Cousin Audrey's laughter. The boy sighed and opened thedoor, and went in. OCTOBER 12, 1945Midshipman Sterling Fogg andhis wife,? Irmafinally unlocked the door of their little apartment.. ?So, Foggy? Irma said, using the nickname he?d had since they were kids playingstickball in Brooklyn. ??Quitea ceremony, huh? Look at all those medals.? Irma, a curvy. My cock stood at attention. She reached for a bottle of shampoo and let it run all over her tits. She rubbed it in and her tits were shiny and smooth. She then got on her knees in front of me, grabbed my cock, and slipped it in between her massive tits. She pushed them together and began rocking back and forth. I couldn’t believe that I was fucking my own s****r’s tits! The same tits I had been fantasizing about for years! What’s more is that she would stick out her tongue and lick the tip when. I just sat there stunned trying to block the images of Alicia and Greg happily fucking that filled my head. I had no more success vanquishing the images than I had fighting the arousal they caused or eliminating the bulge in my pants. It was about ten minutes before Alicia returned. She came in the room with her head hung down and Greg in tow. As Greg started to apologize, Adam burst into the room. ‘Adam, please go. This is not your affair,’ I insisted as I came to my feet. ‘Of course it is my.