I know she had the air on but I was burning up. I just sat there watching her."Do you still want to go out for dinner?" she asked me.Hell no I did not...want to go out for dinner. I wanted to fuck her ass and I'm pretty sure she knew that. "Mmmm, not if you don't want to," I managed to get out. She reached over and popped the first three or four buttons of my shirt open. Ok fuck what was she up to? Was I dreaming? I had to pinch myself to be sure that I wasn't. She stuck her hand in the opening. It's just..." I trailed off helplessly, with no idea of what to say."Come on, Jackie," she pleaded, "at least give me a hint what's happened. Happening." I can't, hon. I'm not even sure I know myself; I'm still working on it. Trust me for now, OK? I love you." I love you too, Jackie." At least the tension was out of her voice. "Jesus, my boyfriend is on the lam!" She giggled. I laughed too so she could hear me before I cut off the phone, but it wasn't really all that funny. I guessed it isn't. The purple blotches rising on the blonde flag girl’s ass were a testament to Matthew’s years of practice; the holes in the paddle added an extra dimension to the art-form, made drawing blood t the surface more likely. Two more swats like those and he was certain he would be rewarded with the red liquid. Mr. Delhi, CK to the flag girls under his wing always stopped a swat after he drew the first bit of blood;Charlotta choked out, trying to control her shaking voice. A loud crack reverberated in. She was shaking and cumming the whole time. It must’ve been 5 hours later, but after fucking the shit out of that bitch, I was ready to shoot! I shouted, “I’M LOSING IT, BABY!!!” She curled around in between my thighs. As I let my load loose, she swallowed every drop from my hose! It was four in the morning. I fucking collapsed, covered with sweet young pussy juice and sweat.After having fathered five k**s, it had been a long time since I’d been soaked like that!!! Damn, my daughter’s.