. As his gaze lowered, however, he managed the barest of glimpses between her legs, now pressed against his boxers. Just for an instant, his mind flas...ed with glimpses of the previous night.. The way she had moaned when he'd slid inside her for the first time. The way she had thrown her head back as she reached her climax. The feeling of her nails digging into his skin as he held himself against her. He snapped back into the moment, but the damage was done. His desire for her was now. This helped. If he could have seen clearly I don’t think I’d have ever escaped. As it was, I can take no real credit for knocking him out. It was Jimmy Wabash who ended it, and the weapon he used was a bronze statuette of a model which sat in a little niche between the windows. HOW long it was between the man’s first charge and the cracking blow against the back of his head which put him down, I’ll never know. He fell forward onto his face, and I thought that he was dead. I wasn’t certain that. I leaned over and began slapping her again and again, moving slowly down from her breasts and over her belly, Beth moaning with each stinging hand. As my slaps reached her thighs, she parted her legs and I slapped her pussy hard over her thong. Beth groaned loudly as I pulled my hand away. She was soaking. I wrenched her thong away from her cunt, ripping it right off from her legs and was treated to her bald quim with her clitoris clearly protruding from her lips. I rained down more slaps. ’ Turning to face me, she said with a serious tone, ‘I’m going to miss you.’ I thought about giving her the whole ‘You’ll be all right’ spiel, but instead I just agreed, ‘Yeah, I’m gonna miss you too.’ We kissed and cuddled for several minutes before leaving the bed in favor of the shower. Once in the bathroom, Tiffany leaned over the tub to start the water running. I guess I had become a little too comfortable around her because, without a thought, I lifted the seat of the toilet and.