‘Soon you’ll be all kinds of warm.’ Jaylee’s shudder wasn’t cold-related. The words lingered like nuzzling bees as Cherry ushered in her cha...tering guests.Oh Jesus Christ…She wondered, as host and guests hugged their greetings, what Jesus Christ would think on seeing her now. Maybe he could see. Invoking the Lord’s name in moments of arousal still caused Jaylee a guilty frisson, reminding her how deliciously far she’d fallen.Pursuit of sexy romance–boys only–had indicated her earliest. This is just by way of explaining what happened that Sunday. Both women had great sex on Saturday night and, all through breakfast, it was obvious that they wanted, probably needed, to be together for that reaffirmation. Thus, I wasn’t that surprised when Lena buttonholed me after breakfast while Jo took Guy outside to sunbathe. ‘Mike,’ she said in that way that told me she was serious. ‘Yes angel di dio, what is it?’ She smiled, happy always that I used her Italian pet name. ‘About Jo and me,. I walked over toward her, and unlike her quiet niece, she had no hesitation in hauling me over her thinly covered lap.“Mmm, naughty girl,” she said, stroking my backside with her palm.Smack! She began to slap me with all the technique of an experienced spanker.Slap! Smack! Slap! She gave me more strikes in quick succession. After that, she rubbed my bottom and took her time admiring her work. With each passing stroke, she grazed the outskirts of my pussy, causing me to moan in pleasure.“Spank. "Her ass isn't bigger," Harold scoffed. "Looks fucking perfect to me." No, I meant it looks better, not bigger," Dylan said. "It's rounder or something. Damn, she sure wears those jeans..."Dean grinned at his friends. "Wanna know something?" he said. He took out his notebook, flipped it open to a blank page, and said, "I heard she's been tagged." Fuck that," both Harold and Dylan said, almost in unison. Harold continued, "Every semester there's rumors someone like her got tagged and it's always.