Her ex-boyfriend told me that she always likes to make out, and I don't want her to think of me as just a friend, instead of a boyfriend." "I see. Tel... me something, have you ever been with a girl before?" "No. That's my problem. Even though I just turned eighteen, I've never even made out with a girl before, and I'm afraid I'll look like some dumb, inexperienced kid, to her." "Well, I can understand why this is upsetting you. I wish I knew what to tell you, honey. When you are with a girl,. Each girl now knew that, if she did not stand, posture or move as she was told, she would feel a switch. And possibly be sent for a real caning.“I think we’ll have the gags out now,” said Miss Valdi.“Followed by some apologies.” Oh the look of relief in three pairs of eyes, two blue, one brown.I removed the rubber ball gags and there were happy groans as stretched jaw-muscles were relaxed. How glad they were that that was over. Yet, in fact, they had only been gagged for a few hours. Being. Show me how a woman like you takes care of a man like me." I reached up, softly caressed the flesh in front of me. It was so big, and I could tell, not nearly as hard as it could get. My wife was just watching in the corner. A huge smile on her face, her right hand busy under her skirt, her left caressing her breasts. It was an amazing sight. As my fingers with the bright red tips wrapped around him, he started to grow. I could feel the heat. For some reason, my panties were getting very wet. I. She bucked on my shaft, spasming so wildly, her blonde hair dancing about her shoulders. “Breed me!” she howled. “Just pump that cum into me!”Pleasure surged around my shaft. She worked her convulsing pussy up and down my dick, still riding me hard even as the ecstasy surged through her body. Her face twisted with rapture, her blue eyes glassy with her lust. My eyes fluttered as her cunt milked my shaft, so hungry for my cum. I couldn't resist. My ovaries gave her what she craved. “Fuck!” I.