Fir mene unke chut ke pannkho ko chum rha tha. aur fir unke clottis ko jor se apne dono hontho ke bich mein laga kar kicha. Aur who chila bethi. Boli ...aram se kar bc. Mene bola sweta darling aaram haram hain. Fir mein dhire dhire fir chusna chalu rakha. Ab unki chut se namkeen sa pani aa rha tha. Muje laga ki woh ab garam ho rhi hain.Fir usne achanak mere sir ko piche se pakad liya, aur mera muh unki chut mein laga diya, fir woh jad gyi. Mene unka poora chut ka pani pi gaya, aur acche se saaf. Keep in mind that she had never shared her selfie till now with me but always asked for my pics. Sorry for digressing, let’s get back to the story.One day, she randomly called me and asked me to meet her. We met in the evening and she was wearing a normal kurti. She was around 5’5″ in height, wheatish skin and had an average face. But her body was voluptuous and like an hourglass figure. She was a quintessential butter face.We went to a café and spoke a lot. She wanted to go for a movie and I. It was the last time that he had thought about any kind of force that couldn't be explained by the world around him outside of fiction.Now Dennis knew better; he was reminded every day now. Because what had happened at the mall from what seemed in the present like an eternity ago could not be rationally explained away by a monotonous scientist in spectacles or pithy Mythbusters segment. Every habit she had picked up, every memory that she swore up and down was the absolute truth to him, down to. Well that explained the look on her face, but then I said in the past he had only used his hand and now he was going to use this heavy brush. Mike went on to tell me that when he suggested that it would be time for me to receive big girl spankings, this is what he had in mind. Mike stood there unmoving while I processed this new information and it is strange how the visual images of the two of us alone and me over mikes knee getting a real spanking began to arouse me like I have never felt.