It dawned on her the 50s were kinda fucked up. Which reminded her to get a polio vaccination but to avoid thalidomide. Plus her hacking cough was both...rsome.Beth had never smoked a cigarette in her life, but after just one day in the 50s, she was already up to two packs of Lucky Strikes a day. Luckily, there was no lung cancer in the 50s.She was struggling futilely to forget Bobbi Sue. Beth felt she was being noble by avoiding her. Not wanting to hurt her. At least that was the lie she told. We take a moment to catch up and hold each other and then freshen up for an evening of fun. We leave the hotel but stop by a slot machine to try our luck and then out onto the Las Vegas strip. We watch the Galleons battle, have dinner, and visit the magnificent Excalibur hotel and then enjoy a drink at the Hard Rock Café. As the night wears on, we stop at times, or sit on a secluded bench near the sites and chat, all the while my hand is in yours and we sneak kisses, as if we are school kids. She told me here they are, and said she was going to be right back to turn off the stove. I saw a bunch of panties that were see through, and asked her (when she returned) if I can see her in one of those. She said it wasn’t right what we were doing, but I asked her I needed to learn before I got married. She said she would show me, but I would have to wait a bit.I decided to take each one of the sexy panties in front of her, and started to sniff the front part. She smiled and said it smells. The time she brings it, my hips were burning like hell. I am feeling the rising heat from my hips. At every 2-3 seconds, she brings one whip. She delivers 20 whips continuously and stopped for a while. After some minutes, she again gave continuous 15 whips, stopped, and moved to right side. She caressed my right cheek and started spanking again. When she stooped, I take a sigh of relief. She again started whipping. On the right side too, she delivers 35 whips. She told me the last 10 will be.