“Oh god yes, fuck me,” she begged as she felt each thrust of my brother’s hard cock fill her desperate, cheating pussy.My aching cock could take...no more and I felt my pants fill with burst after burst of warm cum and I suddenly realised that it was a matter of time before they’d see me, and I quietly made my way back to bed. I waited there for another hour and forty minutes before I heard Natasha slowly open the door, undress and slip into bed with her back to me. The aroma was fantastic, a. I got scared as he strutted towards me. He was taller and more muscular than my slight framed skinny self. I recall thinking, he might just be hear to kick my ass. But then, like metal to a magnet, I walked out into the rain towards him. When we got toe to toe, he looked down at me. Our eyes locked and I could see the fire in them. He then spoke in a much softer tone than I initially expected " Get on the table." I backed towards it as he followed.Back to the present, I held my legs up as he. Do you want to ride your scooter or your bike?" My bike." OK. Let's go out to the garage."We got the bike and took it out the back of the garage onto the patio. I had her ride back and forth a couple of times to make sure she could handle it OK by herself."Have you got a helmet and pads for your knees and elbows?" Uh uh." OK. We'll get those later. That means you can't ride in the street. There's a parking lot down the hill where you should be able to." Where?"I kneeled down next to her, put. One of the seams from her panties had worked itself into her bottom crease and she felt Mrs. Dupree pull it out with her fingers before smoothing the cotton over her buttocks. Sophie and Pippa had played spanking games quite regularly and Pippa had never really considered a hand spanking as anything other than stimulating. When Mrs Dupree delivered the first spank, Pippa looked round expecting to see a paddle or hairbrush as she couldn’t believe a hand could sting so much. The spanking.