Sally enjoyed listening to those increasingly loud gasps and grunts and knew that each one was enforcing the lesson that she was teaching.Angie strugg...ed even more with the spanks to the backs of her legs and tears were quickly flowing down her face.Sally was satisfied with the way Angie she was now crying. She landed the last few spanks on the back of each leg with a particular flourish before turning and lifting up the wooden backed hairbrush. She turned back to Angie's bottom and tapped each. ..as her filthy depraved step daddy inserted the neck of a liqueur or wine bottle in her tender but expanding pink starfish. Stan was for a while fixated on his action. His step daughter fixated on her happy moaning. In the bottle neck went; into soft yielding arse flesh...pushing her butthole in with defined pleasure...then the slight popping release...the bottle rim catching her pink rim and building sensation beyond the expected...God her arse looked great; completely naturally fuckable.He. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Jane. “Be careful,” I replied to Dani, “I may hold you to that statement.”Dani laughed.“Maybe instead of 'Sex on the Beach,' Dani retorted, “we should have ‘Sex in the Park’.”I liked Dani. She was cute and quick-witted, just like her mother.“Sex in the Park,” I replied, “sounds so mischievous and dangerous.”“I live for the danger,” Dani replied. “Get in.”I slipped into the backseat of Dani’s jeep. The park was only a few blocks away.Dani pulled down a dusty and bumpy trail to a remote and scenic.