Miranda removed her hand and held it, glistening sodden to her cheek tears streaming down her own face and a dampness between her own thighs..... This...was for real, this was not just a game, this girl was being punished through choice but what next !Vanessa let Josies head drop then holding her riding crop she went around to the rear of Josie, Miranda just gazed in tearstained horror as Vanessa slashed the crop across Josies buttox, one after anohter after another and Josie whailed with pain as. . But kush bol nahi paa raha tha… Kafi der tak bhabhi aise he mare par padi rahi kareeb 10min ke bad jaise he yo jatke lagane lagi mai ik baar fir tadap gya or is baar maine bhabhi ko uttha ke dosre bad par fenk diya or mara lund bhabhi ki choot se bahar aa gya …. Dard ke mare mari buri halat thi….Maine apne lund ko dekha to lund se kafi khoon nikal raha tha .. Bhabhi hasne lagi… Main bola mari gand fat rahi hai or aap has rahi han ,,, yo boli koi baat nahi ye ik baar to hona he tha ab sab. To leave my mark on the world.The only problem was, I didn't know what that was. Sure, I'm reasonably attractive. I'm of average height, with pale skin and brown hair and eyes. Although my breasts are small, my curves look pretty neat. I watch what I eat. I've got a black spandex catsuit somewhere, skin tight. I'm not even sure where I keep it now, but at the time, it was always in my bedside drawer, next to my socks and tights.I loved how I looked in that catsuit, and the few lovers I'd had at. Have you ever fucked it all the way up in a girl’s pussy?” she asked and smiled, as she stepped over next to me.“Hi, Beth, you sure are cute. You have a sexy body and I love your titties,” I told her. I wanted her to know that she looked good to me.“Thanks, Rick, want to try to fuck some more? Now that we’ve met and you almost fucked me through the fence.”“Heck yes. Where can we go?”“Over here, Gramps has some of those thick padded lounge chairs that we use. I sure do hope we can get all of.