” I said. “Yes you were,” he insisted moving towards me. I began to caress my shaft. “Do you want to see it again?” he asked. I didn’t an...wer. He bent over and spread his ass cheeks. “Do you want to put it in? It’ll feel just as tight as your sister I bet.” My shaft now wet with baby oil was throbbing and hot in my hand. I moved towards him slowly my head brushing against the flesh of his ass before resting in his ass crack and rubbing against the puckered opening to his ass. I saw it. "I most certainly am," Sally replied in a hard tone.Realizing that she was indeed quite serious, Barry took another look at the images in his hand and read the letter again. As he did, his thoughts drifted back to a night fourteen months before.Sally and Barry were having dinner at a nice restaurant to celebrate their one-year anniversary. Barry had been in a really great mood that night as well, most of it due to the unexpected suggestion Sally had made the night before. Seeing that things. After a few drinks they were both in the mood but with nowhere to go. They popped round on the pretence of seeing me. The pretence didn't last long. After a couple of minutes, she popped to the bathroom and Pete asked me to make myself scarce. "Just go and watch TV in the other room for a bit please, mate! We don't have anywhere else to go" he explained. So I did.I sat in one room, whilst they were in the other. All that seperated us was six feet of space, a thin wall and a frosted glass. Martin." Slowly, deliberately, I stood and spun him round, to avoid seeing that repulsive tumescence, and applied a fresh volley of stinging smacks to his behind, which, I was relieved to see, was looking quite red and sore already. Very hot to the touch, too. "If being over my lap has this unfortunate and unforeseen consequence, I'd better find another position to beat you in." I picked up a heavy, mahogany-backed clothes brush I'd put aside earlier, little imagining how quickly it would need.