“Oh, he’s out on his tractor,” she said breezily. “Won’t be back for hours.”Bernie had been expecting to talk to both of them and they kne... that, but clearly Tabitha felt she could handle it herself.She sat up straight at the head of the table, wearing a knee-length denim skirt and an orange sleeveless cotton top with thin shoulder straps. It showed off her freckled shoulders, of which she was quite proud, and her large, fearless breasts, which had been with her through many a robust coupling.. The assistant nodded, affirming it, “Video… yes.”There was no point in whispering, as close as we were standing, we heard every word clearly. When I looked at Kusum, she crossed her arms out of embarrassment. This involuntary action squeezed her breasts, deepening the cleavage. Fortunately, only I was in a privileged position to view my wife’s assets.“Don’t be scared, beta. Speak freely,” said the sarpanch.Kusum didn’t utter a word. Instead, I made them aware of the situation.“Some. Janine picked up the springy ruler and thwack, flicked it across the shaft, thwack, another on the other side, thwack along the shaft. I could see from Jim’s expression that he was finding this extremely arousing despite it stinging his cock. Thwack, she landed one on the head, thwack another and finally, thwack a stinger on the very tip. “Right, Angie, I think it’s only right that I punish you the same way as you are clearly enjoying this too much. Get up on the desk, on your back.” I. "Aaaahhh... feels sooo... goood... ," she cried. "Rub my clit, too," she begged, taking my hand and guiding my fingers to it. I gave it a few rubs between my fingers and I continued to ream her pussyslit. As suddenly as I had started, I pulled my fingers from her steaming crotch and stood up. She looked at me bewildered that I had quit and left her before she could reach her orgasm."Don't stop," she begged. "Time to do something for me now, too, Hilda," I said, "Let's go in the house and get.