She brought her hands up and jerked on the rod below her lips, actually hitting herself on the up stroke. Donna’s small fists barely had a grip on t...e cock, but the feeling of this hard flesh and thick veins was so good. She noisily came up for air, releasing the monmouth dick from her mouth, along with a torrent of saliva. Donna continued rubbing his pipe furiously between her palms licking the head like an oversized lollipop, admiring the weight of it. Without warning she slammed her mouth. ..can't seem to control it, is that bad?" Not at all! It's completely normal for a boy your age, but I think you have to go take care of that before you hurt yourself, looks very stiff. Promise I won't disturb you this time!" she giggled as she turned her back on me.I thought i'd ejaculate right there and then after I heard my mother talk so openly about this, without any fear of provoking an awkward situation. I guess it's not as weird as I belived it to be, she seems really cool about it. I. Without further ado, he began to spank her. He started with a somewhat slower cadence than he usually did with his hand, but each spank was just a little bit harder than usual as well. Laura began grunting and moaning right away. Pete was spreading the spanks all across her entire bottom and the tops of her thighs. He tried his best to leave no spot untouched. It wasn't even a minute into her spanking that Pete could see a pink glow emerge, and Laura was beginning to sob continuously. Pete. The official strategy scorecard for this play was '50% casualties for the hostages and no one in their right mind would have considered it. Alright, I blame the concussion for even considering this!Gathering my thoughts, I decided that for the record, and for my eventual 'after action report', I'd plead two very extenuating circumstances. First, that now my playful terrorists considered their planned play session with their captives to be a bad risk. They weren't at all sure where I'd come.