“I’m just trying to take a nap. Maybe I had a dream.”“Oh, okay, dear,” her mother replied, “try to go back to sleep.”Fatima moaned with ...rustration. She was just getting into the swing of things, and mom had to interrupt. That was another thing about being home for the summer… no damn privacy. It seemed like mom and dad checked up on everything she did and then of course there me who was on visit to their house during my vacations, always hanging around.I couldn’t wait I opened the bathroom. No mountain trails to ride where we're going. Wonder how my auction's doing? Doubt the as is disclaimer covers what's left of it down there. So much for the listing fee and my perfect feedback rating.Sweat's dripping into my eyes, and I can't do anything about it. Thank heavens I remembered to put on deodorant. The air's so stagnant and thick that I'd probably be stuck in a cloud of my own stink otherwise.Then again, maybe that's blood and not sweat. Feels a little thick for sweat. Guess it. “Uh uh,” she said breathlessly.“Now it will start feel real good,” I said, pulling out of her.I started t insert it all the way again, with force and speed this time and she reacted by making an “O” with her mouth and raising her chin. With every insertion and withdrawal from her waiting and eager vagina she would push back with her hips and start to moan out loud, forming the word from her mouth. “Oh, oh, oh,” she kept repeating in a louder and higher pitch voice.“Oh, OH, OH!” she started to. I did warn you of the consequences!Can I borrow some dry knickers?K: Oh dear ... such naughtiness!Well, before I find you dry underwear, you need to be punished for your lack of control. I'm going to have to untie you from the bed, put you across my knee and spank you with my hand on your wet knickers. I think at least six of the best are called for.Then I shall pull down your knickers and slowly slide my fingers inside you while wrapping my tongue around your nipples once more. I think you.