A little erratic but he was learning as he went along. She forgot to count the spanks. 'Had he asked her to? Too late now.' Besides, any number had li...tle meaning as she felt her poor bum starting to burn red hot and feel twice its normal size as the seconds ticked by on the old clock on the mantlepiece."Oh, Margaret!" he enthused, excitedly, "I fucking love your big fat arse, my dear!!"Margaret grunted happily as she listened to the joy in his voice. 'What had Miss Malone said to her again?' A. Once was enough for that morning. They were still tired. Tim closed the drapes while Emma turned the bed down. Soon they were nude as they cuddled. She felt his seed ooze out, down the side her ass, and what remnants that were left in his cock roll out and mix with what she seeped out of her. It made a wet spot but neither cared. Both were sound asleep in minutes.That night they went to The Captain's Catch for a dinner of lobster and coconut shrimp. Emma wore a pair of hip hugger jeans that. Like mother like daughter, apparently.I’d been feeling horny since we arrived. It explained the train of thought. Forget oysters, for me it’s always been sweltering, sun drenched afternoons. Our lunchtime arrival in the northern seaside town had only heightened the vibe - and I hadn’t had Willis Fairclough’s dick in me for three weeks. He’d only gone and joined the fucking army. I so miss those Nik-Nak’s.I guzzled on the chips I’d just buried in salt and drenched in vinegar and watched the. They wore hats with large plumes, colorful gowns fluffed with petticoats and high laced boots.All three stood at the side of my bed and began to strip. Each boot was unlaced and removed. Their hats were tossed to the side after they removed the hatpins. Standing in their stocking feet, they helped one another unfasten one another’s gowns. Once they were removed and discarded, they began to remove their petticoats. In my dream, I knew they were each wearing five petticoats. Each of the.