I eloquently responded, “It wasn’t just the guys who were checking you out, Alex.”She gave me a toy slap on the shoulder. I leaned into her and ...e kissed, and I felt electricity throbbing through my veins.“Would you like to see me making out with another girl, Jeffrey?” she asked, putting her hand on my leg.“Look at your menu, darling,” I said.She moved her hand back to hold her menu, “What are you getting, Hubby?”“The turkey focaccia,” I said.“Would I like that?” she asked me.“It’s got. .even though she's fallen for both of them, and probably couldn't bring herself to do that. First story. If they pan out I may do a meeting with them in another story, prolly three years before this.Honeymooners (Main Story line, first thread and everything following that line.)The Carlson-Walkers/Walker-CarlsonsKathryn Carlson-Walker: 35 years old 5'8", DD cup breasted brunette. This is her sixth story (Dorm Life, When the Cat's Away, Reunion, Courtney & Jeremy, The Jamaican Resort.) She is. About the time I unzipped my fly, she asked, “Weren’t you going to shut me up?”I grabbed a fistful of her hair and tilted her head back, until she was looking up at me.“Is that the best you’ve got?” she asked. “Maybe I’ll adopt a kitten next time.”Don’t get me wrong. I’ve got nothing against cats. I like them. I just prefer them when they’re living with someone else and making their whole house smell like cat ass a couple of times a day. We’d agreed on that, but the evil look in her eye made me. Everyone is quiet. i struggle to get in the right position trying to keep myself covered. After a few hits you move my legs apart and i am expected to keep them apart. You tell everyone to watch how my cunt gets swollen and wet and how my lips part. You carry on, spanking me, hard. i am struggling not to cry but the tears come. Also the feeling of belonging comes, the feeling of being owned. i know i am yours.You make me stand up, put my hands on my head, spread my legs. You ask someone to feel.