Monin smoothly slid his palms all up to my hips, removing my lungi right off my ass. He nonchalantly gripped my ass and squeezed firmly. Then sliding ...is fingers all along the ass crack, he sought my hard cock as I lifted my waist to provide him access. He tickled my balls and giggled softly. Meanwhile, his thighs were now touching my upturned palms. I slowly moved my hand along his thighs and into his shorts till I could feel his turgid hard-on on my knuckles. He pressed it into my palm.His. .thank you! *SLAP* Three! Thank you! After about 30 swats on each cheek, my arse is bright pink. But I can tell you are nowhere near stopping. Each CRACK of the skin of your palm meeting the increasingly tender skin of my backside builds both mine and your arousal, and when the pain begins to cloud my focus I stop counting and start begging. As usual you pay no attention. PLEASE! *SMACK* PLEASE stop this! I..I cant take anymore! Im sorry for sp..speaking..without..without permission! It wont. Mary and I made love several times that day, we never got dressed, and we talked about everything. We were perfect for one another. Mom was right she couldn’t have picked a nicer girl for me either.We had dozed off when Mom came to get us. It was three o’clock in the morning, there was no moonlight, and the neighborhood was quiet. Mom had a long coat with a hood for Mary to put on. Mom then took Mary into the house. I got dressed and picked up Mary’s clothes and followed them. Mom took Mary. Those were my thoughts. I wasn't sure I believed that Adam and Eve were thrown into a mystical garden and conned by a serpent. No, I was much too logical for that. But here I was agreeing to wait until I was married to give myself to my husband. The perfect gift. In essence a gift should be new. Who wanted a used gift? That's what the youth pastor had said tonight. That made sense. But why would you give someone a key to a car they didn't know how to start? "Beth?"This brought me out of my.