Yet I cannot ever remember tasting anything so utterly divine!With only moments of consciousness left to me, and perhaps only scant moments beyond tha... of life, I begin to gnaw on her clit more seriously now, increasing the flow of blood and exciting Ruth still further. Pain, apparently, is something that she enjoys! I feel her spasm uncontrollably once, twice, then a third times before it finally happened.Above me and around me, Ruth begins an orgasm so powerful, so intense, that her grip. .. one of which was onto Dad’s suit! We spent another day in the motel while the local dry cleaners tried to get rid of the grease stain - didn’t work and Mum eventually threw out the suit.Back on the road again and Sis and I had kinda run out of things to keep us from fighting ... so our feet met, bounced and whacked. This of course was accompanied by increasing vocal effects which resulted in Dad laying down the law if if you know what I mean. A nap was strongly encouraged for the both of us. Well it was more than a holiday, my husband had taken up with our son's wife and the pair had run away together, it had been a very unpleasant time for both my son and myself, but we'd kept our heads down and now I was going to stay with him for a week or so in Spain where he lived, we intended getting our heads together to talk about selling our houses and buying a pub, or even a bar in Spain!I felt positive about my life now he'd gone, I'd done things I'd never have dreamt of doing when I was. “Over my knee, Kaitlyn,” he said sternly. I winced as I draped myself over his knee, my palms touching the floor. He placed his hand on my behind. “This time you’re going to count the strokes. You know how to count?” He asked with an almost sadistic tone. “Yes, sir,” I replied as I grimaced bracing for the first stroke. He spanked me with the paddle and I counted aloud. “One, two, three, four (ow!), five, six.” I said as each stroke hit me. “It’s not ‘four ow!’ Kaitlyn. Now, we begin again from.