At the foot of the stairway, I hesitated for a moment but then began to slowly climb upwards. On my way upstairs, the party music faded, and I could s...art to hear a variety of noises from above.As I got further up, it sounded like a mixture of someone clapping, a slatted frame creaking at the edge of breaking, and a high-pitched squealing of a kind that I had never heard before. Following the noises, I ended up at a bedroom door that was left ajar, so that I could peak inside unnoticed and see. It almost worked, though."It's hard to explain," she said evasively."Try me." It started as a dare," she said, finallyOh, shit. I shuddered when I remembered some of the things I had heard about — and participated in — that started out with a dare. Old Mrs. Johnson would never be the same after waking up with 25 naked and very obviously horny teenaged boys in her bedroom. Well, she was old to us. 25 is a lot older than 16..."I see. Who dared you?" I asked her"Well, that's where it's confusing.. Rub there a little more. No, where your hand is.’ With that, she gave a sigh. Her breathing was slower, deeper, punctuated with little snores. ‘Laurie, Laurie.’ He gave her a little kiss on the back of her neck, just behind her ear. ‘Mmmph.’ Suit yourself. That’s what she’d told him She was warm, her skin soft above hard muscles. He started to rub against the crease between her cheeks. That was going to chafe her. That was the excuse he gave himself as he rolled over the other way to find the. ”I mumbled some stuff, cant recall, I was certainly caught off balance. This wasn't what Abby wanted to hear, so she cut to the chase, “You like kissing?”. “Love it.” I replied. “That's easy isn't it Paul?”, “like your cock sucked?”,“Of course...who doesn't ​?...whose a guy!” “I love being spanked” said Abby with a laugh, “makes very naughty.” Unusually for me and not for the first time today I was caught on the back foot. “You think you deserve a spanking young lady?”She grinned, “thought.