I lowered my head, scrunched up my face, but was desperate not to ask her to stop; even as the stinging became almost unbearable. After all, I had tol... her I wanted to be spanked and knew it would hurt. I had my eyes tight shut but felt the tears running down my face as the stinging intensified. As suddenly as she had started so Sharon stopped spanking me. “Up you get, my girl,” she said sternly. I eased myself off her lap and stood up slowly. “Hands,” she said firmly. I knew she meant for me. From the sound of things, Phillip had at least one gun with him ... and possibly an entire arsenal. He talked about bombs and blowing things up ... a lot ... but was it just talk or was he really building them? We couldn't decide.Edgar "Eddie" was the youngest of the lot, maybe only in his mid-twenties and very much also Goth, complete with dozens of exotic body piercings, including apparently a cock ring. He was Carrie's main fuck toy, although the other two guys certainly each took their. Here eyes grew large when I unzipped my pants–still stained from fucking her sister earlier in the evening–and my cock fell in front of her face. Her hands twitched in her lap, and she licked her lips, but she didn’t move forward. I sat back down she slouched forward so that her ass perched on the edge of the couch and spread her legs apart. She was aroused, I could see her labia blossomed in front of me, and slick with her own desire. Her pussy wasn’t shaved–for whom would she shave it? But it. This story starts after we got married , knowing what Kim was like and me enjoying the same , we tried to find places to go where the we could find sex fun and caravan parks was our first.Arriving late one Friday our caravan was in darkness , trying to find our way in we were assisted by a friendly man who was next door so to speak , he showed us the lights and how to light the gas with that he parted.Next morning we awoke to a dog barking , out side our window was a huge Great Dane and the guy.