The lubrication wasn't necessary: I hadn't met a woman so inexcusably wet. My fingers found her clit, rubbing in circles, and then in lines... She mad... some weak attempts to get me to stop, but as soon as the "s" left her lips, I'd run the length of my finger across her clit and between her labia, feeling her warm nectar coat my fingers. That shut her up. I had no trouble sliding two fingers into her pussy. She gasped, no longer capable of kissing me and letting me pleasure her. My two fingers. Gail could tell how ripe she was and knew the two of them were skating on thin ice. The shock of her son’s hard love-lance pressing on her hot-button was almost beyond her ability to maintain self-discipline and not succumb to her lust. She couldn’t remember a more erotic, and yet, quite frankly, a more romantic night in her whole life. Not even her honeymoon, nor even losing her virginity, was close to the hyper-aroused state she was now in. Then it occurred to Gail that her son was about. As I continued my lecture on “Wuthering Heights” I began discussing the way the male protagonist asserts his dominance and revelled in the pleasure of watching the faces of the girls blush. The girl I had my eye on, who I later discovered was called Jessica, turned a gorgeous shade of pink. I couldn’t help my mind wondering if her ass would turn the same colour with a good spanking. I maintained eye contact with her whilst talking about all the sexual elements and enjoyed watching her squirm. I. Mr. Graham was like a second father to me. I had known him my entire life. I knew I was in big trouble. He sat on the couch in front of me. Still, he did not speak. Was he going to give me a lecture about sex? Was he going to tell my father? As I was starting to stand up he grabbed my arm and yanked me over his lap in one motion. It happened so fast. I had no idea what was happening.Then with one motion, he pulled my panties up like a thong and he spanked me...hard. I gave out a little.