It was Principal Bresser’s time in the spotlight. He greeted the assembled crowd, introduced the evening’s speaker, a state assemblyman, who, than...fully, spoke briefly. He introduced a bevy of students who achieved 4.0 grade averages in middle school. My Cindy wasn’t one of those. Until THIS year.He introduced the school’s all-star athletes, including JJ James, smiling tonight. Cindy was sitting next to him, his six foot plus football-player bulk making her look all the more tiny. JJ. I met his. Uske mooh se uska thook or mera lhs tapak raha tha mene wo apne hath pe lagaya or uske gaal pe kske chata mara.Neerupa : ruk bhnchod tujhe btati hu.Me : kya karegi randiUsne mera land pakada zor se or usme jo chhed tha jisse moot bahr aata h uske andr jeebh ghusane lagi or niche se mere ando ko shla rahi thi. Me to jannat ki ser kar raha tha mano. Chat rahi thi or sali daat bhi laga rahi thi land ki khaal pe. jab me jhadne wala tha tb me use bolaMe : ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh neerrruuuuu bahr nikal nahi. After thefirst volley of a dozen or so preliminary swats, I shifted intohigh gear and began spanking you in earnest. The strokes werefast and hard. I'd land six sharp swats consecutively to thesame spot on one cheek before concentrating on the other.Each slap of the brush found its mark with ruthless efficiencyand in no time you were kicking and wailing for mercy.Eventually, the spanking and crying subsided followed bymuch rubbing of sore flesh, many soothing words and thewiping away of. Jim said very sexy. Steve asked Jim why was he not joining us! I was quite surprised at Steve's sexually aggressive behavior. He was after all, my husband for the last 10 years and a father to our two c***dren, ha, ha, ha. I sat down on the couch between them and turned my face towards Jim, who had lost all his bashfulness and began to caress my breasts. Soon he was deep kissing me. I would turn my head from side to side and enjoy the kiss of a different man and their taste. Jim was much.