She picked up the hairbrush and continued spanking her son with it, the loud smacks unsettling her at first but as Ryan cried and squirmed so she span...ed him harder, enjoying now turning his bottom a deep blushing red. This was so much better than just telling him off. Much more satisfying. For her anyway, and of course there were no awkward arguments and unlikely to be any sulking afterwards. Ryan was gasping and groaning and squirming and crying whilst she was smiling , revelling . She rolled over to the glasses, taking one she lifted the wine to her lips and made a long sip, letting a little spill again down her front, accidentally on purpose! It trickled down the front - right to her pussy. “Now, where were you?” she asked in a flirting manner, put the goblet on the side and lay back. I went for the golden pelt that tufted from her mons and began my elaborate and steady assailing of her tender targets. The wine left a small taste that added to her own intoxicating. The door opens and many hands push usacross the sidewalk into the font of a car. The doors slam, one lastbye, and the car start to move with a loud hum.I am glad that Franka is with me, I can feel her next to me. We drive awhile, Birgit and Juergen talk quietly because of the music in the car,but I cannot understand anything.The car turns sharply and comes to a stop on a crunchy gravel path."Get off my pretties, if I may ask!" orders Birgit and helps me up fromthe back seat. I have problems. It felt particularly nice because she knew that he hadn’t put it there intentionally; that he hadn’t tried to take advantage of her. He couldn’t; his personality would never allow something like that.She wanted to get herself off on it. She wanted to feel more, so much more. She started wriggling. It also helped keeping him where he was. She was heavily enjoying herself- it felt so good having it rub against her. She was feeling herself rising. She also felt him gasp and then try to pull out..