I am glad Sharon changed the rules. It’s much better this way. So while the One Strike rule still applies and my 45-year-old chummy mummy will be as...strict as usual, she also has needs. As she said so wonderfully, “ I am glad I changed the rules so that even straight after a spanking and with your sore bottom you still share my bed and we make love .” I smiled at my chummy mummy, kissed her lips, saw her erect nipples that I know matched my own, and even with the stinging in my bottom I nodded;. He turned his head slightly, ‘When Kellen comes to, the first place he’ll check is in town … by that time, we should almost be to Mexico City. We can make arrangements to get back to the States there.’ I cradled my sleeping Rose as we bumped along bad roads. Captivated by her face in the moonlight, relieved by the weight of her against me, I was finally able to let my heart beat again and allowed the scent of her hair fill me with peace. Not long after daylight Brad pulled in front of a nice. She had programmed a series of waypoints her friends had emailed her into her vehicle's GPS system. We followed the dirt road through a thick pine forest until the road devolved into not much more than a poorly marked trail.The trail shrunk down to a path as we continued onward, and our path soon became nothing more than a series of GPS waypoints connected by miles of barren rock as we climbed above the treeline.I asked Darlene after an hour of driving ever deeper into the mountain wilderness,. And to think, this prowess was being wasted on an unwanting, undeserving prude of a woman that he said "I do" to. He pounded my pussy hard, putting me in my place. I was his slut to be used and abused. I would please him, that was my only goal right then. His cock slipped and slid in and out of my cunt, his balls slapping against my pussy lips. The swift taps made my clit throb. Each thrust intensified, each harder and quicker than the last. His nails dug into the flesh of my hips, he pushed.