After a short rest, she rolled away, and turned to face him. Her hand caressed his upper leg, slowly rising to feel along his side, across his six-pac... abs to his hardened nipple, and then back down again. Her hand found his cock, hard, pulsing, and still slippery wet to the touch. She gently explored and caressed his hardness with her fingertips. “I don’t even know your name,” she whispered. “Matt.” “Well Matt, you were so good, you really had me seeing stars. Now I would like to do. I could not believeit. I felt as if I was reliving my youth. Except, now, I was the yellingfather and not the scarred child.I could not believe it. He had somehow caught it from me. The sick urgethat never left me for long, it was passed on to him. I didn't how ithappened. I had hidden it for so long, could he have picked up on it?Was it genetic? Are we prone to this aberration?I started to pace as I tried to figure out a way to put a stop to it. Iwas desperately searching my mind for a way to. “Bare handed? Or with a paddle?”She objected, eyes all hangdog appeal. “Mleezze?”(Please?)“I won’t hurt you. I promise. Not too bad at least.”“Yeah, right,” her eyes said. She shook her head no.Ignoring her appeal, I placed the choice ofinstruments beneath her nose: A thick woodenhairbrush, a leather strop, a wooden paddle, and alarge wooden spoon. All were big enough for the job.I left the cane on the fireplace.After beseeching me one last. “Did that hurt?”“No,” she said, and looked up into the mirror. We met eyes. I smirked; she licked her lips. I took handfuls of her ass through her green shorts.“You gotta pull those down to get to the fun bits,” Sherry explained with a pat on Raylea’s butt.“These are the fun bits,” Talsy reached under Raylea’s arm and squeezed and jiggled a single thick breast. Raylea’s nipples were out and strong. I reached under her other arm and squeezed. She moaned prettily. Almost wholesomely. I turned to.