“Spank me, Chelsea,” I said louder, reveling in the sensation of my blistering buns.“I’m sorry? I can’t quite hear you,” she joked, cuppin... her hand to her ear before landing it again across my cheeks.“Spank me! SPANK ME, CHELSEA!” I yelled over the sound of her slaps.She laughed, nodded, and continued to spank me. As each slap bounced off my bare ass, I could feel myself on the brink of orgasm. It was at this time that she slipped two fingers into my dripping slit and slowly moved them in. Very well thank you. What can I do for you? I would like to talk with you. Could we meet somewhere for a chat? So we ended up agreeing to meet the following evening in the Marble Bar of the Hilton hotel in the city centre. I was early at our rendez-vous, and so was Sarah. We sat at a tiny table with our drinks and made small talk for a while. Then Sarah said, Phil, I feel that I owe you an explanation. I have been having the most wonderful sex since I left you and Angie. I could never give the. I started to move my fingers in and out. When she thought it couldn’t better I jerked my thumb into her asshole. She jumped in pleasure. She exclaimed it was like simple harmonic motion.My thumb would go in and fingers would come out and when my thumb would come out my fingers would go in. She couldn’t take it anymore, she got hold of my pants and started unbuttoning them and then she got rid of my boxers. My rock hard pole wacked her on the face. She was awe-struck once she saw my penis. It. I walked out and told Shelly she had better be ready to go. Shelly gathered her things together. "You ride with us Shelly. I don't want you driving." Nick gets to the door of the car and opens my door and then the door for Shelly. We drive quietly home. I don't think anyone really knew what to say. We pull into my drive. We walk into the house. I see the cat. "What!" I say. "Oh yeah, this is Shelly she is staying for a few nights." The cat just looks at us and licks her paw. Shelly starts to.