After another feast of kissing licking and sucking her other breast she pulled my head up by my hair and said“I want you to lick me like I did you. ...lide down between my legs and do the same there as you’ve done to my nipples.”I was like a rat up a drainpipe, and the smell that greeted me when I got between her legs was exquisite; so soft, feminine and natural it drew me in. Although I didn’t find out that it meant sexual arousal until later her lips were swollen and moist, her pubic hair was. She'd assured him he was 'nice', but that she'd come to like someone else, instead. "Sorry!" She'd said as she broke the news to him. "Please don't feel bad. Okay? Like I said: you're very nice, but..." She didn't finish the sentence, but she didn't really have to. It was over, and that was that. Later on, after graduating from high school, he had found out that Shelly had left him for a black guy. She moved away; went to college; and after that, she even married a black guy (not the same black. Cupping his balls in my hand I brought his cock to my mouth. Running my tongue around the head I got a taste of my sweet wet pussy. I ran my tongue around the sulcus, that lip on the helmet that had caught and stored some of my tasty wetness. I began gently closing and opening my mouth, so my lips were able to join in the fun but my tongue still had priority. His raging hard cock tasted so good slathered in my juices. I ran my tongue down one side back up the other, circling in an eager dance. “I get the cane as well” David replied. “No?” I gasped. I pictured Betty holding a cane up and bringing it down on David’s bottom. It caused quite a stir, a wetness between my legs in fact. “So you get quite a punishment eh?” I asked, smiling. I was feeling rather aroused at the thought of David being disciplined. I again lightly fingered his red and marked bottom and couldn’t resist giving him my own smack. He gasped, but didn’t try to get up, so I smacked him a.