By the time I’d finished abusing my clit with the pulsing stream of water, I couldn’t have stayed standing. I tried to stifle my moans, but at one...point I was pretty sure that if Lily was in any part of the apartment other than her room, she’d hear me. It took a few minutes to recover.I came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and with a towel wrapped around my head.“Feel better now?” Lily asked. She didn’t quite snicker.“Um ... Yes.”“Well, lie down and let’s put some of this cream on your. Soft skin would be showing signs of wrinkles. Her eyes would still sparkle like the stars, though. Her laughter would still lift his soul. Her lips would still taste like ambrosia. The kiss was unexpected. A sudden lunge, her hands pulling at his shirt, rising on her toes to match his height, her lips crashing into his. The scent of her had filled his nostrils, hints of sandalwood and hairspray and the menthol cigarettes her husband smoked. She pulled away, eyes blazing, nostrils flaring,. She was always in control. Her husband was useless. She just longed for some other woman to take control of her so that she could free her mind of all responsibility.So to date, at the age of 35, Fiona had never been spanked. She would certainly not let her husband do such a thing. Fiona's frustration increased at not being on the receiving end of a punishment. She couldn't think of anyone who she could ask to be her spanker without creating a disbelieving reaction. Suddenly the image on Jenny,. Her voice lowered, “May I, please, Master?” Matt reached over and wrapped his fingers around my rock-hard organ, spreading the pre-cum around the head with his thumb. “Well,” he said with a slight chuckle, “it looks like Dad wouldn’t mind too much.” He looked at Laurie. “What do you think, Mother? Willing to share your pussy slave with your daughter?” Laurie pulled on Lisa’s fat little nipple as she bent to Lisa’s face and kissed her hard and deep, their tongues dueling,.