And then I feel your hand coming down hard onto my ass...The fierce sharp sear, as the next comes crashing down, and the next until I am literally sha...ing; your cock becoming completely engorged as another smack comes painfully sharp down upon my reddened ass.Crying out, "Oh Fuck, oh fuck that feels so good," I bury my face harder into the bed as my ass instinctively rises higher to meet your hand. Pushing back against you as your fat cock slams into my body hard, lurching me forward.Your hands. That's what you have tô experience tô heal yourself, okay?- But doing this, Jill, in front of you... Acting like a boy. Besides, you're married.- Forget it... No one will know. Think of me as if I were a priest, okay? It's a secret, everything's a secret, a secret of ours. I'll wait for you next week.He's gone, shy and embarrassed, and I've gone tô the bathroom tô relieve myself, tô satisfy myself in a sinful, indecent, sordid way... A way that no professional had the right tô do... But I did,. The only view from this window was the wall of the house next door.That was a two-story house clad in wood shakes, painted white. The wall facing Elam’s large window was blank, except for one small window which could have been in a bathroom or a closet. There was also a window high up on the end of a second-floor gable.The house belonged to a widow named Mrs. Prentiss who Elam barely remembered. She’d died several years ago, and the house had sat vacant ever since. It had passed down to a. The gate was closed. My aunt said it was strange as it was usually open. We thought of walking back but then realized it would be a waste. Adjacent to gate was a 2 mtr wall. As it was difficult climbing the gate we thought we can climb the wall and get on the other side. It was easy for me to climb but was not sure how my aunt was going to do it. She first tried herself to climb a couple of times but she couldn’t do it. She asked me for help and I went on o help her. Initially I tried catching.