I am in my jockey.I started smooching her again and again.She was responded very well. We were eating each other tongues. Biting lips. Exchanging sali...a.I started cutting her lower lipsThen I started coming downwards towards her bra. I started kissing her bra line. Shoulder. Back. Bra hook. Side boob. Cleavages. I poured some ice cream there and ate. She was dying to free her small boobs.Meanwhile her hands were pressing my backs against her…… She was scratching my body and kissing. So are you seeing anyone now?" No. I'm currently single." I found the book, stood, and turned to face him. His face was a picture of inner conflict. I walked over to him and held out the book. He reached for it. I placed my free hand on his chest and looked into his eyes. "So, is the book the only thing in this room you're interested in?" He blushed and dropped his hand to his side. He shuffled his feet nervously.I decided it was now or never. I stepped closer to him and kissed him on. He could sense in her eyes, for a fleeting moment, that she felt the jolt as well."You being here has erased all of my sadness dear lady," he said in his smoothest delivery. "Anything more at this point would be sheer pleasure." Anything," she said slowly breaking the word into minute syllables. "That certainly sounds like an invitation to me."With her words Andrew immediately felt a hard-on sprouting in his suddenly un-relaxed jeans. He wanted to grab her hand, pull her around the suddenly. She at least liked the idea of that and was even starting to get turned on by the thought of Emma spanking her. She doubted that it would end up in the same way it so often did with Vicki with the two of them making out though.As Margaret was still looking increasingly erotically at Emma’s full figure, Sylvia came back into the room carrying a wooden backed paddle hairbrush.Margaret looked at the hairbrush and saw that the paddle was unusually thick and was going to hurt her a lot.Sylvia walked.