Please?"I hadn't really thought about that small detail. I more or less had a plan on what I wanted to do to Katelyn, but I hadn't given a single thou...ht as to when I was going to take my clothes off. I chuckled, "Sorry about that. I want you to climb up on the table and while you do that, I will take off my clothes."Her grin was adorable and she climbed up on the table. "How do you want me?" I want you to kneel with your feet hanging off this edge." As she moved into position I was greeted. I start trying to hit her cervix on purpose, getting it almost every stroke."Ouch, it hurts," she complains.I fishhook her mouth with my index finger and pull so her face is turned towards me. I spit on her face and into her open mouth and say, "feels good to me." I pull my finger out of her mouth and keep fucking her. Her face is disgusted and turning a deep red. She wipes at her face to get my spittle off.As I keep fucking her pussy, I decide to start spanking her ass. Every time I do it she. Damn! The leather snapped against my bare arse, I breathed heavily through the sodden material in my mouth, and fought back the tears. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. I ground my teeth against the lace of my panties, (he'd stuffed them in my mouth during the last tirade of abuse I'd hurled at him,) and let out a small growl of defiance. The floorboards creaked as he moved to talk to me. I could see him out of the corner of my eye but refused to look him. He hooked a firm finger under my. My son James was born October the tenth of '62, a few months after my thirteenth birthday. The entire family was present and this made everything seem even better. I looked into the little one's mind and saw only the usual features of a normal child. With a little regret I increased his ability to read minds and stretched the small room that would hold knowledge one day. This little man would have a lot of responsibilities on his shoulders and would need all the help he could get. People from.