He let out a sigh and was about to make his excuses when she said “Go on just for a little bit, please”. What the fuck is wrong with this girl…....��ehhhh ok then but I can’t stay long I have got stuff to do in the morning” replied John showing her some sympathy. Her apartment was actually quite nice, well-furnished but he could not help feeling a little uncomfortable around all the religious pictures on the walls and the statues. This explained a lot he said to himself. “Would you like a drink”. I walked into gym class, and got changed, and when I walked out into the gym, I noticed my mom was standing there talking to Mr. Thomas, my gym teacher, and being her regular flirty self. She was dressed in modified denim shorts that her ass was eating up, and what looked to be a netted pink tube top, with no bra. She had on a pair of massive red stripper pumps, as was her staple. Some of the guys were staring open mouthed at her, even though a bunch of them had already gotten head or fucked. 'Crack!'She stiffened at the blow. I drew back my arm to see the result, and to once more grow the tension she'd be feeling. A single broad stripe of pink had been painted on the pale canvas. I smiled.'Crack!'Again, I waited. She stiffened once more beside me, but no sound escaped her lips. Not yet.'Crack! Crack! Crack!'Three blows quickly in succession, and now she moved, just a little, a twitch of her ass, a flicker of movement in her fingers. I knew this would be warm on her ass, that the. ”Shit, you push it anyways, and you had to word it in such a nice way. You want me to feel comfortable, you don’t want me to do something I don’t want to do. But I do. I really do want to go further, and do things outside of the parties and such. Something where it is just the two of us, no one else watching or influencing what is happening.“I am not saying I don’t like what we do, because I do. I am just afraid is all,” I say in a low voice, finally giving in and telling you the truth.“Afraid.