When the fifth stroke landed, April grasped hold of the sides of the table with all of her strength because she knew that if she didn't there was ever... likelihood that she would stand up. She knew from her friends that if she were to stand up before the caning was over then that particular stroke would not count and, if repeated, Miss Coe would add an extra stroke as well. April’s eyes were now tear-filled and she also felt tears running down her face and so wanted to do everything that she. You know what I mean?'Derek blushes and nods.Emma returns and I inform her that Derek's coming home with us. 'Oh Derek, sweetie, that's great!' she erupts, smiling seductively, gazing at this gimp as if he's the man of her dreams.We drink and chat a while longer. Derek, nervous and hot to trot, rather gulps the rest of his beer, but me and Emma take our time. Emma is interested in precisely how screwed up his legs are. Can he walk ok? Yes, he tells her. Just not very fast and not very far. Does. She started to run her hands again up and down her thin thighs and down to her smooth shins while she tried to enjoy the movie.As the moans and yelps from the television got more intense, Katie stood up and took off her running pants. My eyes widened. Her white panties were either damp from her sweat or her juices…whatever it was, it was gorgeous as I could see the wet spots. I licked my lips as she moved her hand away from her flat stomach and started running her fingers up and down where her. Our inability to communicate through speech made our physical union a strangely primitive feeling. It was as though we were representatives of the two great tribes, man and woman, brought together to mate by people of another species.Mili lay on the lumpy old bed, on her back with her legs slightly parted and looked at me tenderly. I lay between her legs and played with her moist woman’s equipment, sliding my middle finger into her beautiful, inviting, age-old cunt. I was feeling not just her.