Even though I immediately grabbed her behind and supported Mary’s weight with my arms, my excitement was no longer in time with hers. I continued to...fuck her by lifting her behind with my hands and by thrusting forward and back with my hips, but she was beginning to peak and I was still climbing. I moved as fast as I could, in, out, in out, in out . . . I was almost there when Mary’s orgasm consumed her, and it was difficult to keep from falling as she writhed and twisted around my cock. I had. After rubbing her body, relaxing all of her muscles, and getting my pussy soaked I asked her a question. “Do you want me to rub your legs?” She looked back at me and smiled like a child who just woke up from their nap. “Sure, you do a really good job,” she said in a daze. “Take off your skirt,” I demanded, with an ounce of hesitation. Surprisingly, she didn’t say no. She turned over with me still on top of her. She looked at me and then I caught on. I scooted back and unbuttoned her skirt,. Look into her eyes she is desiring me, want to touch me, I then expose her pussy and start to rub her clit and she moves her hands to mine. She says I'm sorry instantly, I'm sorry Master and I unhook her from the leg restraints and move her to couch behind her and tell her to bend over. I tell her to count, and with that I spank her bare bottom 1, her body moves to the force of my hand and she says 1,, 2 comes and she takes it, 3, 4 and then 5 and already her ass is red. I squeeze her ass and. The family booth at the back of the restaurant had a picture of my parents, Frank, and me. We'd been fishing on the lakeshore and were showing off our catches. My Dad was grinning like there was no tomorrow and holding my Mom tightly. Every time I saw this picture, I missed him again.Ty looked at me and then at me in the picture after we took our seats. I'd been coltish back then. I must've been thirteen or fourteen, though I looked younger. I remember Dad telling me I was growing like a weed.