Turn you around, push you up against the shelves. Pull down those sweat pants of yours and then ram my cock into your wet cunt?” “Yes,” she whis...ered. “Yes, fuck my cunt. In the library. Fuck the shit out of me.” “Grab your hips,” he said, “and pound you, slamming up against your ass, thrusting my cock in and out of you. I won’t take let you stop me next time, baby. I’m going to fuck you there. Your hands will be gripping the shelves, everything will be rattling from the hard fucking you’ll be. She heard Mrs Bunn give him much the same dressing down as she had received. Peering through the window she saw Mrs Bunn holding the strap.Surely Harry was not going to be beaten with it on her account?“Trousers and pants down!” said Mrs BunnHarry had been there before and lowered his trousers then slipped his pants down. Earlier the thought of a beating from Mrs Bunn had caused him to have an erection but now he was definitely not aroused, at least not that much!He bent over the chair Hannah. "I'm sorry honey," I said feeling genuine sorrow, "I guess I got a bit carried away." I could tell from the heat of my hand that I had landed a few very hard slaps on her ass and I attempted to make things better by rubbing her ass gently. I momentarily lost myself and my hand ran down over her pussy and back. I realized immediately what I had done and waited for her to say something but she was silent. It also seemed like her legs were spread a little wider and I allowed my hand to drift back. One of the rooms was nicknamed The Boys' Room as Dave’s bothers used to have their bedroom down there, but they had all grown up and moved out at the time of this story. We were hanging out in the boys' room bored with nothing really to do, so we decided to try and make something out of some scrap wood in the workshop. Dave's father was a part-time cabinet maker and had all kinds of wood for making cabinets in his basement. We started rummaging through the wood pile when we uncovered some dirty.