“Yes,” she purred and laid back for me.At last, I was going to get a good look at her shaven pussy. It still hurt that she'd so quickly shave for ...ne night with this guy and not for me. I love my wife, but so often I can not figure her out. She looked at me with a devilish grin, pulled her feet up to the cheeks of her butt and them spread wide.“Enjoy,” she told me.I gazed down at my wife as she lay smiling, looking up at me. She had the glow that women tend to have after sex. I've heard it. ."Well then" Miss Priscilla said "You are no stranger to the cane. And you have had a couple of whacks on those fine big balls. Lets hope today you are spared." The boy simply whimpered.miss Priscilla, being the rather cruel woman that she is took rather a long tie selecting her weapon. Every cane from her rack was tried for size, heft and sound as she made practice lunges likek a swordswoman. Finally she selected a medoum weight, rather long straight cane. She took up her stance behind the. She closed her eyes and felt my warm mouth. I kissed all over her nipples. I sucked with a great passion. She kept her hands over my head and pushed my head to and fro from her nipples with a rhythm.I slowly removed her lower wear. Her hairy pussy was smelling good with the taste of oozing juices. I fingered her pussy. I kept my tongue over her lips of her pussy and licked it. She moaned in pleasure. She was rubbing her breast and closed her eyes and feeling my movements over her body. I licked. Even then, though, my killing thoughts lingered. I swore when I went off to college I would come back and kill him in the evening hours, my trusty green car battering the life out of him as I spun my tires away back to Maryland, awaiting a call that my friend had been killed, by a stranger no less. But I didn’t. I stayed my killing hand. I turned my thoughts to homosexual images of buff, bulging men muscles, glittering in tan, surreal Apollo rooms, while I shut myself in my college dormroom..