."Ann put her hand over his mouth and whispered that it was Ok and then let him hold her. As much as she hated to admit it to herself she liked having...a man's arms around her. Bob held her for over an hour; neither of them saying a word.Ann felt content to be in his arms but she knew that his legs were going to go to sleep so she stood up, "I think that I'll go to bed. Thank you for holding me. I liked that." Ann, I'm sorry that I..." I'm glad that you asked. It was time to stop reliving it. We kiss for what seems like an eternity, but finally Eliza pulls away and smiles at me. "Want to feel them?" she asks. I nod eagerly, and feel two of my fingers slide into her mouth; she sucks on them gently before releasing me and allowing me to continue feeling her tits. They're so soft; so firm yet soft. I could spend all day just rubbing them against my hands... no, against my face... in my mouth... fuck I'm getting turned on just thinking about it! Eliza notices my growing bulge in my. You know that you will not be able to keep perfectly still while being caned and the swinging of the weights will stretch and pull on those poor little buds. You wonder how many strokes you are to receive & your question is soon answered as I inform you it will be 12 and you will thank me after each stroke. You brace yourself ready for the first stroke but instead of a sharp stinging you feel me gently stroking your arse with the leather paddle until the moment I pull it away and you clench. Ain't nothing under there for a young man, silly”. He replied “the ole man didn't think so, Y'all worked the bed springs every night”. She laughed, “ole man, old worn out stuff. I've had 3 husbands, blew Mike out of there! At best it's a busted cabbage hidden there”, he replied “a flower is a flower”! Betsy laughed “you were away too long”, he lied “even Mike admitted that his friends thought you were at M.I.L.F. She laughed “what”, he replied “Mother I'd like to fuck”. Betsy laughed then said.