This sent me into a complete spin, my breathing stalling altogether once more, breasts and nipples hard against the bed, my ass completely on fire. I...heard the belt hit the floor and I started to breathe again, mouth in an "O" shape trying to calm myself and holding back the tears, he ran his palms over my cheeks, somewhat soothing my rippled skin.Finally, he was behind me pulling me back onto all fours, soothing and caressing my skin on my ass before sending himself hard, deep and fast into. “Very wide Steve, he could see everything, he saw me very intimately!” Christy said, “By then, I didn’t care what he saw, I would have let him spank my pussy if he had asked; I was already past caring!”She told me that Greg looked at his dad and asked, “Are you sure that you want me to spank these?”“I didn’t give Kevin time to answer Steve, I shouted, “Yes, yes I do.”She told me that Greg started slapping each side of her breast, gently at first but Kevin told him to spank them harder. Greg. Denim, faded in but brand new. Its collar framed her throat, accentuating the lines of the muscles there, the ones designed to guide one's lips. By itself, the jacket was an excellent accessory.Her smile, and his, and the light their eyes shared, sprang from the fact that the jacket was... well, by itself. The only stitch she had on, in fact, as she stood two steps away from the full view of the mall.He stood immediately, in every sense. Eyes traversing her crinkled nipples, taking in. Bat Masterson dressed as a gentleman, with a small ‘Derby’ type hat cocked to the right side, a suit coat and vest. Bat and his brothers had worked as buffalo hunters and skinners, taking twenty to twenty five buffalo a day, skinning and butchering them for meat.Bat had even contracted to work a section of road bed to grade for the railroad, a job that had taught him more than one lesson. Not only was it hard work, but his partner in the contract took all the money and left for parts unknown.