"Ohhhhhh. One." It's clear that she had hit herself harder than I hit her, but as she pulls the whip back, I'm entranced by the glistening lips of her...pussy. Again, she flails herself, changing the angle only slightly to land this blow on her right side. She rubs her clit each time and counts each stroke. I feel my juices start down one leg as I watch. With the sixth blow, she comes, but instead of rubbing the whip handle against her clit, she quickly pulls back and lands the final blow, right. "Oh, you are a naughty boy!" She chided, kissing him softly on the lips.Danny got out of bed and slipped on his boxers and jeans. "Shit, I was supposed to be home thirty minutes ago!" Danny exclaimed."Sure you don't wanna shower first?" Ms. Kinison said reaching for a cigarette."No I'm good," Danny said as he dressed.Mandy smiled and said, "No arguments here sweetheart." When Danny arrived home he noticed the light blue pickup truck parked in the driveway. It belonged to his mom's boyfriend. We were stacked over the exercise ball; I was under Hannah, my bestie’s tits pressing into my back. And the dirty bastard was alternating between our demanding pussies and we were humping into the ball for traction and springing back with it, while gripping his cock in turn.The filthy sod fingered our butts while screwing the other pussy. It was a triple selfish flesh feast. Our happy pussies jounced with cock filled pleasure. Bodies writhing together. Piled flesh. I was pulsating where it. I'm not in a rush." With that, he turned to walk beside her back across the foot bridge."Did you ever read any of the old original James Bond thrillers from a few decades ago?" Dee asked once they had sat down on a leaf-covered embankment at a small shaded spot on Printer's Alley. It was situated nicely in the shade of a grove of trees near the bed of the old railway line.Kyle swallowed the bite that he had been working on. "Yeah, I did a couple of years ago," he said. "I found an old paperback.