He moves his hand back and they are replaced by another blow from the belt- a stinging blow in my most sensitive spot. I moan as the pain fades into p...easure, and desire. The belt comes down again, this time gently, the leather running over my tender, aching skin. It rubs over my clitoris- oh yesss- and again, sliding over the wetness of my desire for him. “Oh baby” he mutters, and pushes the tip of the belt inside me. The leather is warm, and wet, and he spins it around inside me, bringing the. Jessica knewthat this woman was a nice lady, but perhaps she was getting tooattached to Beth already. She would've cried in joy if Beth could adopther.When going to the school to enroll, she was tested with 4th gradecurriculum, as Jessica appeared around 10 years or so. She was more thanproficient as she kept considerable intelligence from Mark. Jessica wasso glad that her mind was free, she might have said 2 + 2 was 3 if shehad the intelligence of Candi. Jessica was a little needy; she. You are my naughty bitch aren't you. He said I wish right now my cock was deep inside of you along with your bullets, feeling the vibrations on the tip of my cock mmm yes. My cock will be so hard and throbing inside of you while your getting wetter and wetter around me and tighter and tighter. Keep the vibrator on your clit make that pussy get so wet the juices flow down the crack of your ass make that pussy squirt for me baby. mmm He is getting me so worked up as if I didn't have myself worked. When she surprised me by asking why I divorced, I surprised myself by telling her all the gory details of the acrimonious split. Apparently hers was a similar story and we commiserated through our meal about past woes and hopes for the future. In the ensuing three hours we lingered over our dinner and wine (two bottles), we learned we had much in common including, but far from limited to, the fact that neither of us has been in a relationship or had sex since our divorces! Now that fact came.