She placed her clothes on the sink and then went to the bathtub to start the water. She adjusted the heat so that it was hot enough to soothe, but not...hot enough to hurt. She slid her panties off and set them on top of her clothes before she pulled off her nightgown. She stepped into the bathtub and allowed the water to hit her. She stayed under the water for a long time and as she finally began to wash her hair. Samantha felt really turned on and she couldn’t place exactly why. She felt sore. .WHACK! again and again, 4 times on each cheek and this hand now firmly gripping me starts to stroke, my knees are weakening but thank god my panties have fallen to my ankles allowing me to spread my legs as I managed to kick one foot free, leaning on my elbows, gasping for more, my hips now rocking in time to the stroking of my little (getting bigger) cock, then a whisper in my ear ..... I'm going to Fuck You, and Fuck You and Fuck You again till you beg me to stop, this sweet babygirl voice I. And a suit to fit his huge frame didn't come off the rack. He voiced his concerns at his lack of proper attire. "Well we could go somewhere else of your choosing then," Tammy conceded. Around six thirty Barry drove up the drive way of the mansion in his pickup. He wore jeans and a white shirt with his cowboy boots. Tammy had been watching nervously for him. He had told her, when she had asked him, to wear anything she liked but to keep it low key. She anxiously stepped through the front door. Breakfast was blueberry pancakes; I love pancakes. We’d just finished chomping down.“You’re off today, right?” said Marian.“Yes, it’s Sunday. That’s the one constant in my schedule anymore,” I said.“Figured,” she said. “Blake will be coming over at lunch time. I’m cooking, and the two of you, are eating. Then I will be going shopping and the two of you will be talking; hopefully productively. Okay?”“Yeah, well, hopefully, I guess,” I said.And then it was half past noon. Lunch was over, and.