Looking around he saw nothing amiss but that empty feeling started to grow. Nothing had been amiss but there was no sign of occupation either, no food...being prepared or groceries to be unpacked.Ben left the kitchen and crossed the hallway, looking around for some indication as to the whereabouts of his wife. He entered the living room nervously casting about as though looking for the unexpected.It too was devoid of human occupation but there was a large grey envelope propped up on the. Miss D rubbed Jane’s bottom, saying to the back of her head, “10 minutes I reckon and your bottom will be nicely warmed up for the hairbrush,” and with that landed the first hard spank on Jane’s bottom. Jane gasped, her eyes closed as she felt Miss D’s thighs tense and knew the next spank was on its way and sure enough she gasped again as Miss D’s open palm spanked her bare bottom again. Jane thought about 10 minutes of this. Well two spanks had been bad enough, how many would she have to. Three, four more thrusts and he came, growling like an animal. The jerking motion of his cock triggered something inside me, and a wave of contractions centered somewhere in my ass spread outward, and cum started pouring out of my cock, not in jerks as usual, but in a stream that pooled on my stomach and dripped down my sides.For another minute or so I felt little aftershocks, spasmodic contractions triggered by slight jerks of his cock, still buried deep inside.We lay there for several. She was even harder to miss this time. She banged the door open and strode in, standing there with her hands on her hips like she just dared those rednecks to say anything to her. This time, she wore a red checked blouse and a jeans skirt that showed off a very shapely pair of legs. It was hard to focus on that, though, because the glare she was casting around the room was sufficient to prevent even the sleaziest of men from staring at her for too long."Which one of you assholes stole my iPod?".