I whisper your name, fearful yet not wanting you to stop. Your hand pressed against the opening, fingers slip inside, now sliding against the thin sil...y covering of my little cotton panties. You can feel every detail of my plump little mound, stroking it gently. Moulding it, squeezing it. I feel a tingling in my pussy; know I must be getting wet down there. Your finger finds the firm little core of my clitoris nestling in its protective folds of pink flesh, rubbing and rotating against the. I was out for a night of fun in one of my regular clubs dressed for the kill in a short red pleated skirt red top and four inch open toe shoes, I was having a drink with one of my regular friends there and this guy walked in catching my attention I don’t know why but I knew it was him, it was like it was glowing with a light on him and his eyes on me. I stop in my tracks walking towards him our eyes focased on each other when I reach him and before I could even speak he said ‘Monica’ he knew it. She simply told sorry dear I was meeting and so only didn’t replied nu I can’t believe this instead of scolding she is telling me dear . I was jumping all over there We used to chat a lot and it started getting some spice she talked about kissing and sex and all I got some courage and proposed her and tell her everything from beginning she was so impressed and accepted as we both know we can’t get married . And the next day I went staff room to meet her by a chance there is no 1 and she was. The first 12, administered atmaximum strength, would be applied to my anus, or as my Auntreferred to it, my "bulls eye," causing unbelievable pain. It was the final dozen however that were the real killers. My Aunt would turn the hairbrush over to the bristle side, applyingthe twelve smacks to my anus, causing me usually to scream at the top of my lungs no matter who was there to see and hear it.. Heraudience clearly approved of her technique, and often chuckled andgiggled. Sometimes.