Everyone at the mixer wanted to be with Becky, but she had chosen Matt. It didn't take Matt long to discover why. Somehow Becky had been able to sense...Matt was the spanking kind, and she was the kind that wanted to be spanked.Matt had spanked her right from their first date, over his knee, and from then on he spanked her all the time with his hand on her beautiful round bare bottom, watching her bottom turn a nice rosy red as she wiggled and squirmed from the pain. It never seemed to take long. ..”The cop said, “Don’t talk to me, talk to the chief when he gets in.”The driver says, “But I...”The cop says, “I’m not talking to you. Talk to the chief.”5 hours later, the cop checks on the cell and says to the guy, “Don’t worry, the chief is marrying off his daughter today. He’ll be in a good mood.”The guy says, “Don’t be too sure. I’m the groom.”What do you call a white bear that has sex with both male and female bears?Bi-polar.Why are tennis players such bad paramours?Because for them,. ." she answered throatily, her hand gracing my inner thigh."Y-yeah ... if you don't mind my saying so - you seem to be ... a little bit ... forward..." I know, that's 'cause I'm hoping that once you get me back to your place that you'll spend the whole night fucking me." She declared honestly.GULPOther than my increasingly hard cock, one thing odd that I noticed was the way that 'Stacey' seemed determined to tidy up the passenger seat. Straw wrappers and plastic bags she would neartly fold and. She reached down and grabbed the edge of the seat that he sat on, yanking so that it dumped him in the sand. He looked up at her, blinking dumbly."What the hell was that for?"She could have laughed at the outrage in his voice."It was one way to get you to quit thinking and start moving." She danced out of his reach, his fingertips just brushing the hem of her jeans. She grabbed her jacket off the picnic table and started running for his car, laughing when he scooped her up from behind."Is this.