Her pale lips twisted into a grin, her hair whipping in her face. She was beautiful in a strange sort of way, her body a slender and curvy. Her tight ...ed tank top clung to her ample chest, the cold air having caused her nipples to press bumps into the fabric. Her pale hands crept to the front of her jeans, her thumb snapping the button and her fingers pinching the zipper to draw it down. It was of only a short time before her pants rested in a discarded clump just beside her coat, her. “No you don’t” she said “rub me!” She grabbed my hand again.I cautiously rubbed her wiry bush. She must have been getting excited and the musky smell was getting stronger. Then it got a little sloppy with moisture. Now I was becoming fascinated. I thought she had wet herself.She then put both her hands on herself and pulled what I later found out were her lips apart. “Stick your finger in” she said.I tentatively did that. “Further! Further!” she gasped.That was really slippery. It felt. ”― Winston S. ChurchillAll of a sudden, the Yanks were everywhere. They were all over North Africa. They were driving up and down the British country roads in their jeeps and tanks and even training on the beaches in Scotland and England. It wasn’t just the sheer numbers, it was the vitality and the confidence they exuded that was contagious to the British populace about the eventual defeat of Hitler and his Nazi goons. They hated it, but they still loved it because it was so different to the. Ariel's Point Of ViewRiley was fuming; I had put her in a bad spot!She sat down in one of our straight back armless wooden chairs. She sat down and patted her blue jean thighs, not saying a single word to me. Her face showed she was furious with me.My own face turned white as a ghost as visions of school teacher Mom's belt melted any bravado I had felt of giving my Riley a hard time. While I thought it would never happen here she was about to spank me.Ariel to Riley:"A spanking, I raged you.