You really are a bad girl. Your pussy is soaking wet. You're such anaughty little slut." "Yes,Mom. I'm a bad girl." ?"Get up, Sweetie? Tiffany sat up ...teppingout of her panties when they fell to her ankles ?It?s your sistersturn again", ?Margaret got two pillows and piled them in themiddle of the bed. "Over thepillows, Honey" When Chase lay over the pillows, Margaret knelt next toher, on Chase's right side, and picked the small round dark wooden paddle thatlay on the bed. With her other hand. Oh, that cock!I was dripping with perspiration beneath him, almost unable to breathe. His thrusts became more desperate. He grabbed my hips. His body stiffened, he pushed himself into me as deep as he could go. I could feel his cock throbbing, then pulsing, and then strong spurts of cum against my cervix, again and again, as he grunted his victory over my body. My husband had always taken care of our birth control. To make matters worse, I was probably at the worst time in my cycle and realized. Then there was the sound of the deadbolt lock, too. The bottle was half full of rum. Ruth drained it, there in the hall, surprised that it burned her throat. She wasn't used to alcohol, too law-abiding, under normal circumstances, to drink alcohol while underage. She left the empty on the floor, and headed down the stairs. The rum worked fast, allayed her apprehensions, banished fear. She shed her clothes onto the floor, shrugged into a night dress, and collapsed on her bed. Soon she was. Ahhhhh, Harry moaned in satisfaction as he felt the healing water soothe his aching shoulders. Hermione squeezed the sponge on Harrys shoulders and watched the water stream down his strong chest and tummy before sliding onto his cock. A single droplet of water gradually ran down the length of Harrys soft cock, before slowly forming at his tip and dropping once more into the basin. Head forward Harry, whispered Hermione as Harry obliged. Hermione filled up a silver jug and poured it gently over.