She sleeps peacefully, her face glowing with the innocence of a newborn child. Her hands resting upon her stomach with her piano-lengthened fingers in...ertwined like a woven rug, she is clearly at peace, with nary a care in the world to mar her slumber. Yet, she continues to smile. As I glance once again down the top of her blouse and think naughty thoughts, I wonder if she smiles due to similar naughty thoughts. Does she imagine herself stretched out in the grass, staked to the ground, kissed. Because of her small stature, a lot of them were way too large for her. She mixed and matched and finally got something together.What she found that fit was a white sleeveless one-piece crotchless leotard, a sheer pink colored silky looking loose skirt that was short and high on the thigh, and a white pair of high heeled fake-leather boots that had crisscrossed pink ribbons all around them. She looked like a hooker but it was far better than what she was wearing before. She put it all on right. CRACK! The cane slashed across Ryan's buttocks and there was a split second when he did not feel anything, but then the sting started to spread across his cheeks as Gina watched a red line forming.As with the belting, Gina did not have a specific number of strokes in mind but she continued to slash the cane down at full power, and Ryan was now reacting with yelps as he swung his buttocks, trying to diminish the sting. He clenched his cheeks in anticipation of each stroke, but he made no effort. " "Okay, Gary." I started pushing the prick into her pussy and slowly came to the hymen. Sometimes they were tough and sometimes soft. One never knew. I decided to press on and see what happened. Her hymen was soft as cotton. She was a princess of pussies. I started fucking her harder and harder and she did moan a little but muffled it in my chest. Then the best of all happened. She started fucking back. My now not so virgin neighbor loved fucking. This was a joy and a revelation of things to.