Once her hand found its way around my erect shaft, she held it in a firm grip that squeezed and stroked but never let go. I kissed her neck and her sh...ulders as she worked me into a slow frenzy. I wrestled with the animalistic hunger that pawed under my skin, itching to get out. In a single decisive moment she mounted me, placing my dick within her dripping pussy with ferocious ownership. She fucked me then, bearing down on me with parted lips and determined thrusts. I’d never felt anything. My wife sued for divorce. I did not contest it. What was there to contest? I still loved her. She wanted out. I did not want to keep her if she did not want to stay.Unfortunately, I made the mistake of not hiring a lawyer. Because my wife hired a good one, she got the house, and most of our joint bank account. All I had left from twenty years of marriage were a few good memories, a larger number of bad ones, a car dying of old age, our smaller TV, an old radio, my clothes and books, some. Of course, quite naturally, as the cane bit into her bottom for the next stroke, all those feelings of distress and wonder as to how she could possibly have wanted to be caned engulfed her again, only for the feelings of arousal to return even more strongly as the cane was once again rubbed from side to side across her increasingly intensely stinging bottom.Mrs L had so much experience in caning students, and reflected on those few who did seem to come back time and again to be caned. In fact,. He loved that and his cock vibrated against my stomach. I leaned up and kissed him deeply, his fingers clasped in my hair holding my mouth to his as his tongued delved into me. He pulled me up just enough to get the position and without further notice we both moved our bodies in one motion. I settled myself around his cock as he thrust upwards and deep inside me. He groaned as my tight little cunt took him all the way in. No need to wait or lube up, I was alway wet enough for both of us. .