At first, she could only feel the sting of the spanks on her bottom, but as she progressed to crying, she lost all rational thought and felt all of he... emotions well up from inside her and flow out with her tears. Greg kept the spanking going for a little while longer after she was crying. Finally, he stopped and helped her to her feet. He wrapped her in his arms and she held him, her face buried in his shoulder. "There, there, Amanda. It's alright." He repeated this over and over as she calmed. I smiled at Nick and he smiled back. Deb's skirt had ridden up slightly and the sight of her naked thighs with her boots and her hand stroking Nick's cock had given me a raging hard on. “It's time we headed home” I said. Both Deb and Nick looked crestfallen. “Can't you stay for one more drink. I'm buying” Nick pleaded. “You misunderstood me Nick. I meant it's time we're all heading home!”. Deb looked startled but a huge grin spread across Nick's face. I looked at Deb and said “Well. Are we. My father got worried about the guest taking so long in the washroom and came upstairs to my bedroom and bashed him. Maybe the m*****ation was before Hazel and that's why I wanted to be dirty. Or maybe doing dirty things was what k**'s did on our street - for fun. The mystery is why I wanted to press my limp dickie against her hole. Other adults who had "played doctor" when they were young said they “just knew” how to dry hump. If Hazel and I playing in the backyard came after sucking my. H.... was above. I slept up stairs into my own bed-chamber, with no other thought than of pulling off my hat etc., and then to wait upon him in the dining room, into which my bed-chamber had a door, as is common enough. Whilst I was untying my hat strings, I fancied I heard my maid Hannah’s voice and a sort of tustle, which raised my curiosity; I stole softly to the door, where a knot in the wood had been slipped out, and afforded a very commanding peep-hole to the scene then in agitation, the.