Nipples that begged to be kissed. Luminous skin eager to be fondled. They made me want them.When she was looking away from me so I was facing her butt... I walked up behind her and, putting my arms around her, I kissed her neck.“You’re beautiful, mom,” I said, meaning it. “You look absolutely delicious.”Her head fell back against my shoulder and I kissed her ear, sucked on the lobe. My hands came up under her sweater and cupped her breasts. I felt her nipples and rubbed them, feeling them harden.. As I lay over her lap, her thighs came together to hold my penis and me in place. Since Mrs. Jones always wanted my legs spread apart for my spankings, I spread my legs apart for Mrs. Smith. She must have noticed because she said, "You spread your legs without asking which is very good. I see that Mrs. Jones has trained you very well. Now get ready to be spanked with the hairbrush."Then she started to spank me with the hairbrush. I had strange feelings as she spanked me. Although I felt. On one of the floors above us was an English school.I noticed one day a pretty girl at the lifts. I kept seeing her standing in groups of Asian k**s waiting for the lift at breaks, lunch etc. After a week or so I went out to speak with her while she stood on the footpath with her mates who were all smoking. Her name was Tessa, she was 25 at the time and Czech. She was in New Zealand for a year to learn English, which she spoke very well anyway. She lived with a home stay family who were odd. Sex had always been a big part of my life, especially throughout my marriage, so when I divorced his dad, intercourse quickly ended. My thirst for sexual relief resulted in drawers of sex toys and appliances. As a multi-orgasmic woman, I couldn't get enough sex. I was drawn to sexy lingerie and shoes. I would dress up late at night and view myself in the bathroom full-length mirror. The sight of my body dressed in sexy clothes made my pussy juices flow like a river. Often, it was after these.