Forty-five so far, and her son’s crying was pretty constant and his poor red bottom was bouncing around on her lap like a goodun. Fifteen more to go...and she stepped up the strength she used. This wasn’t like her hand spanking. She wasn’t hurting at all, and somehow the crying she heard kept her stamina up and she never once felt like stopping.She did stop straight after the sixtieth spank. She put the brush down on the table and rubbed her son’s bottom, felt how hot it was, saw how red, and yes. . I can't be happy and get what I need. Whatever. I will go."As he said that, I just left the apartment. I couldn't watch him picking his stuff up, packing the bag and leaving. Not after everything we've been through. And for a woman, for a passport, for a c***d. I love him with all my heart, but I hate him with my entire soul right now. I couldn't breathe, an anxiety attack hit me hard. I was losing the only man who ever really understood me. It's a cultural thing, it's a religion thing. I. Gone now was the uncertainty I had grown accustomed to in her eyes; it had been replaced by an animalistic glowering, fierce in it’s need.She stood there, drawing her hands to the sides of her sweater, then slowly pulled them down over her firm breasts. They were perfectly shaped, at least 36 C’s, with light pink nipples that were a shaped like perfect round quarters, hardening already in anticipation.I reached up, trying to pull her down to me on the couch. She resisted, shaking. I have to slow him down cuz I will not last much longer.. between him and this movie I am about to blow. So he asks if I have to be home at a certain time.. I inform him I am divorced ..So here comes the offer to stay over night.... mmmmmm... Oh what the hell.. I can clean up my truck tomorrow ... This is sex... So I stayed and we sucked and fucked for hours.. then slept.. then woke to have more sex.. Breakfast was me eating some pancakes he made.. and him between my legs under the kitchen.