I missed the sex. I missed the touching. I had masturbated and made myself cum almost every day, but it wasn’t the same. Finally I had slacked off o... that even. It had been 2 weeks since I had even had an orgasm. What kind of funk was I in? Finally I made up my mind. This has to stop. I gotta quit moping around the house and get out and have some fun. I called up my best friend Carrie and asked her if she wanted to go out tonight. She said she would love to. We both got dressed up. I wore a. I observed carefully at the faces, the wrinkles, fat, thick cheeks and wrinkled necks (it was a bonus if they didn't have one, being so large) and I often felt myself slightly swelling up from the fantasies of kissing them. What really is a turn on are the ones with large fat arms! Those harden me quick and the plump fingers. I often thick on how I want them to wrap around my cock while she's sucking me. I want her to hold me by the legs while I slid my fat cock inside her mouth and watch as. Daddy raised the belt above his head and brought it down swiftly across my ass. I was grateful for the jammies because the sting was intense. I grunted and lowered my head. The next blow came before I was recovered and the blows kept coming. Daddy said nothing as he whipped my ass over and over with slow, strong swipes. He only paused once, to grab my chin and raise my head. “Look into the camera, Goofgirl. Let the people see how you can take a beating from your Daddy.” I felt my pussy muscles. Despite all the ire she was sending in his direction, Johnny was getting some serious wood. He surreptitiously pressed the heel of one hand against the head of his growing cock.Angelina looked at the paper crumpled in her hand. It was both the notification of her son's suspension and a report on the incident that had led up to it. She slapped at the paper with her free hand. It sounded like a small firecracker going off. "You hit Ron Fuller with a stick, a stick with a nail in it." I didn't.