He let go of her hands and moved his around to her back to pull her closer to him. With her hands she reached down and undone his utility belt and let...it fall to the floor. He moved his hands lower to her arse and started to lightly cup her arse through her underwear. Once his belt was out the way she began to unzip his stab vest so she could feel his muscles underneath, lifting his top up she played with his twisted his nipples in her fingers as he lowered his hands under her pants to get a. “You see having her spread her bottom lets her know I am in charge. She is exposing her most personal and intimate secrets and makes clear to her that she cannot hide anything from me. Plus it shows me just how aroused this thrashing is making her, she’s leaking so I guess I have to spank harder.” Stepmom walked to Makaela but turned back to me “Do you see her little asshole twitching in anticipation of what’s to come?” Actually...I could. Stepmom slid the whole 5 inch finger of ginger into. We parked. There was only one other car there and we saw a couple walking hand-in-hand along the shoreline."I hate to change in the car; know of any good places we can go?"She nodded, then led me to a secluded cove in the sand dunes."Is this...is this where you and Mr. Z did it?"Her mouth dropped. "You know him?"I said yes. "But it's all right, hon, you didn't know he worked with me. He didn't know you either." I began to take my clothes off and she did the same. Then we were in our bathing. .. it was my brain!)We'd gone skinny dipping each day in the freezing high-Sierra, snow-fed lake. It was so cold that my pecker had attempted to crawl back into my abdomen. My cremasteric muscles - that thin sheet of muscle that envelopes the spermatic cord and testes - had gone into such intense spasm from the cold that each day, on dashing back out of the water, I was doubled over with pain. It didn't help my sense of dignity or my macho image when Jean'd point and laugh at me. (I've since.