I was speechless at her beauty. She was wearing a short skirt, garters below the skirt and knee high boots. She just stared at me and with out saying ... word she bumped me again. I felt something different something firm and it moved it was very intriguing. I kept looking at her and without saying a word I couldn't move, I wanted to say something and I couldn't. She slowly put her arm around my waist and she slowly rub her crotch on my leg. I was frozen standing there looking at this gorgeous. Some red welts soon appeared on her naked round buttocks…Ana pleaded through her sobbing; she was begging her Mistress for anything wrong she had done. But this lesbian bitch kept hitting my wife’s sweet ass cheeks.Then something really strange began to happen: Anita began to pant heavily and she smiled at every hard hit she received… The next lashes came and she just let out a quiet moan. I noticed she was beginning to enjoy herself. By the time the tenth hit came, Anita let out a loud moan. So I questioned her “really!! ” with a surprised face. I guess she got my intentions, smiled and said these words ” dear, I was talking with my friends yesterday and many of my friends are not virgins. They told me that boys are like animals and they think about sex all the time.” . I was kind of offended but well she was right after all. We men always think with our dicks most of the time. She continued “they also said being virgin is not a big deal, but losing it to the person whom you really. His movements became slower and more languid as he encouraged Josette to a new plateau of experience with all the stimulation she was receiving.Fran was entranced by this dance of great intimacy. Her son's arms and legs enveloped his love totally. The girl had no choices. No movements could be made except for the muscles of her vagina. All her efforts were concentrated into this task and waves of contraction soon moved to and fro changing the friction of skin on skin. Neither boy or girl could.