At thirty-something, she knew what she was in for.If only her husband was not such a terrible bore!Charlotta looked in the mirror showing fear,as she ...magined her bright red blistered rear.Any man smacking her bottom could spell trouble.And the old man had a wooden ruler to turn her butt to rubble.Charlotta could not skirt the issue.Before this was over she would need a tissue.Now skirt up, she slipped her panties off her rounds.The ruler slicing through the air made swishy sounds.An experience. I told her sry for that…. And continues our work… Mean while I unbuttoned her jeans….. She stopped me and told me what are you doing, there are people around…. I told her that its dark around and no one is even watching us also…She looked around for a minute and saw that common peoples are far away from… And there are only couples around busy in there stuff… I told her to move to a more dark place where no one can see us… We shifted to more darker side… Now I insert my hand inside her jeans and. As he flicked thru it we both looked at sexy babes in stockings and heels . we had small talk as each page was turned , and I lowered my hands down to the bottom edge of my mini skirt and started to hitch it up .the light from inside his car was lighting up me standing outside , and he kept looking away from the book towards me and my slightly higher hem and lacy tan stocking tops.slowly his coat started to drop off hhis lap to expose and nice hard cock .I leaned in and grabbed it and started. “I got held up,” said Jonathan. What had held him up were his repeated and unsuccessful attempts to reach Mother Valencia for instructions. He’d called and left a detailed voicemail. Then he called again. Still no answer. He’d texted, but he suspected that for Mother Valencia, texting was not a thing. Finally he’d been forced to give up, and had rushed downstairs to meet a very impatient Geeta.In her bare feet and carrying her heels, Geeta made much better time. They reached the gate with a.