Pausing to caress, hand or fingerstips, or penetrate her puss to give her some relief from the spanking, or indeed some extra pleasure. Her thong was ...ow soaked, her pussy juices flowing almost. Ideal for wetting my fingers and spanking her again. She yelped, I knew then she was near to what she could take at this time. To spank her harder or any more would not be pleasurable. Instead I pulled her thong out and focussed on rubbing her clit and soft delicate folds. Abby was writhing to my touch.. It looks like it. We then moved to the shower, both too sexual exhausted even for any groping. All we did was kiss. And passionately we kissed (especially for two people who had not yet brushed their teeth).I had to dress to go back to my room, and found that my shirt was covered with dry milk, and that the area around the fly in my jeans was covered with dried cunt juice.However, in the few steps back to my room, no one noticed.I retrieved my paper and put up the DO NOT DISTURB sign.My room. ” Before I knew it, I had my head between her legs sniffing her sweet puss. “ Go ahead and taste. Trust me I taste as good as I smell.” Except for a few times playing doctor with Vanessa as a kid, I'd never tasted another woman's juice. I knew how my own tasted . Curiosity got the best of me and I began licking her right there in the steam room. She was right . She tasted great. I had to know her secret. I begged her to tell me. After she climaxed, she told me that she and her. In fact, he seemed to thrive on each and every opportunity he found to torment me. “He and Kathy have split, and he wants to try and get a fresh start down here.” I stopped by the truck stop, before leaving town. I topped off the gas tank, and got some snacks to munch on so I could stay awake till I picked him up. Amazingly enough, it was a pretty easy drive up; and on the way back, his easy-going conversation made the drive actually enjoyable. We had been apart for several years, and.