" Ann looked at her. "Are you ok?" Yeah, I'm ok. Hey have you ever heard of a place called Fillmore Mansion in Salem?" Fillmore Mansion ... Oh yeah. I...'s that big old house at the end of Turner Street. Just down the block from Corwin House where the old judge from the witch trials lived. Why do you ask?" Umm ... I thought I heard something about a party there for Halloween." Oh well, that's weird." Why is that weird?" Liz wondered holding the invitation just behind her."That house has been. Not to mention the heat of my sister’s ass. “And what did you spank me with?” “I--I don’t remember.” “We’ll see about that.” Her hands leave me skin and I miss her touch. I hear her walk way and then climb the stairs. I know what she’s going to look for. And find. A few minutes later she comes back, the sound of wood smacking against her palm sending shivers across my skin. I start, “Please, Jacq, I’ve already been...” CRACK. The hairbrush smacks into my left cheek, low and mean, right. I told her about getting turned on when I was on the train and the fact that I would like to have sex on one if it's something she would like to try. Without missing a beat, she said she would love to, but not to be going around work telling people of my idea, as she was married.In short, I told her I would be on the platform Monday lunchtime getting the train into the city-centre. To confirm this, I would send a text ten minutes before.So when Monday rolled around I went into work and got on. Vitoria could hardly control her curiosity to know more about the man that had left so glorious marks on Margots body and we went home together, where Margot told all details of her meeting. Among these informations - including size of his prick, how his balls where attached to the shaft, whether he moaned when he came and so on - Margot told a secret not even I had heard of up til now: during the extended pussy-licking the professor had offered he asked her to let go a little jet of piss.