I crawled up her body and rubbed my cock against her pussy. I stared down at her closed eyes. “Wake up, my sleeping beauty,” I whispered. “Wake ...p, my love.”I kissed her as I thrust my cock through her hymen. Her body bucked beneath me as the thin tissue tore. I buried deep into her tight pussy. My cock spasmed as I pressed on until I was fully buried in her virgin sheath.Her lips moved against mine. Her eyes fluttered open. I stared into the green depths. She was awake.I lifted up on my arms. Taking her jeans off he leaves her panties. Looking up at me he winks and runs his tongue up the front of her panties, right along her slit. She puts her hands on his head, running her fingers through his hair, locking them in. She moans louder, as do I. I cover my mouth and back up, afraid that she may have heard me. But he shakes his head at me, signaling it was ok to continue to watch. As I move back into position I realize her eyes haven't opened yet. She is truly enjoying what he is doing. Endeavouring to be in control I take him by the hand and lead him to the lounge where he places a chair in the middle of the room and asks me gently to lie over his knees all the time calming me and assuring me if I want to stop I only have to say. He caresses my bottom over my dress, patting it gently and then starts to slap it, not hard but firmly and assuredly, his palm cupping my cheeks. He alternates his swats, right and left, across the middle down to the top of my thighs, they don’t. I must admit, she did look the part in her smart blue sailor suit that she wore. I was back in my old brown suit but, along with my underwear and shirt which had been laundered, repaired, smelled clean and freshly pressed so well that I hardly recognised it as mine at all.The sun room ran along the complete eastern end of the side of the large house, catching the morning sun, with views down to the river across extensive lawns, weeping willow trees and what was possibly once a shrubbery. Now.