Denver landed each stroke with equal vigour, recognising the pain being felt by mother and daughter but intent on teaching them the error of their way.... They are taking responsibility for their actions and Mrs. Denver intended making sure it was a lesson they would not want to repeat. Mrs. Denver allowed only a second between caning Mrs. Howe and then Olivia, but waited ten or twenty seconds between strokes. She knew the time lag would seem interminable to mother and daughter, but experience. I was moaning into his mouth, as he seductively says, "Yeah pa!" It's been six hours and my asshole was aching from all the pounding he was giving me.Malito turns me on my back and he covers me with his body, my legs wrapped around his waist and his cock still beating me inside. He's kissing me so passionately and stroking me with his every motion. I love being in this position with him, it felt so safe.Malito pulls back and lifts my legs up and begins to eat my asshole again. He gets back on. " -- ooh -- " "Are your muscles always this contracted?" "I think it started on my honeymoon." I kneaded the muscles under her shoulder blades, pressing my thumbs harder into the canals surrounding her vertebrae. "You have strong hands." I pressed my hands down the outsides of her rib-cage. "You don't know how long it's been..." My thumbs powerfully massaged down the soft grooves around her spine. "...since I was pain-free." Something popped in her upper-back. " -- aah!" "Did it hurt?" She. Perhaps she’d only been abrasive towards him to conceal her attraction. Because she was attracted. The more she tried not to think about it, the further the thoughts developed. She imagined him waking up and catching her staring, pulling her across and into his lap, feeling him grow hard against her.She glanced around again. The passenger across the aisle was turned away, fast asleep. Everyone was asleep. She couldn’t take it. She felt wide awake, wildly turned on by little more than a.