Grabbing her by the hair I led her to the couch in her living room. She cried out in pain as I roughly pulled her along. I hadn’t exactly given her ...dequate time to follow, but she managed to get there just the same.Taking a seat I pulled her over my lap, facing down. Knowing what was about to happen she began to struggle as I suspected she would, but I was able to easily wrestle both her hands to her back and pin them down with my left hand. Holding her helpless, I began to spank her. And, as a matter of fact, it’s already snowing here now and so don’t you . . .? . . . Why, Nadine, Honey, you look white as a sheet.’ ‘I never told that man I was driving up to Winter Park tonight,’ Nadine said in a strangled voice. She felt limp. Her fists opened and the photographs drifted to the floor. But when Nadine leaned down to pick them up, she discovered that there was a yellowed, jagged-edged newspaper clipping that had been lodged between the photographs. She turned it over and read. Nudging my hips forward I enter Lynn slowly, an inch at a time, each inch driving her more and more into excitement. Wow she's always so tight and wet I thought to myself. Her pussy fits like a glove around me. After filling her tunnel with every inch of cock I have, I roll forward and place my hands palms down on each side of her head. I pull just about all the way out of her and thrust inward again, "ughhh' Lynn gasps loudly. "Just like that." She wants long steady strokes, not the fast. For a moment I just sat there, thinking, letting my mind wonder. Then I thought about that girl. You know that one girl that just the thought of her makes you get ‘ideas’, at that moment I knew what I was gonna do for the next 3 hours. I went to the front door to make sure everyone was gone and my mom had not come back because she forgot something. Everyone was gone, the house was still and silent, yet a soft breeze made the house creek a little. I stood for a moment then turned down my hallway.