"Nasty temper," he said quietly, "and don't you ever try to hit me again."She tried to kick his shin and screamed in frustration and fury when he avoi...ed it."Or kick me," added Dan."What are you going to do about it?" she shouted."Put you over my knee and give you a jolly good spanking." You wouldn't dare."Fortunately, before she could test him on that the noise brought James into the hall."What's going on?" he asked."Dan called me a tart." No," said Dan calmly. "I said you looked like a tart.. I then had her bend over and place her arms and head over the back of the seat. I saw a very beautiful sight -- her cute, hairy pussy lips peaking insouciantly out from between her legs.The designated fucker -- I don't know what else to call him -- grasped my wife's hips with his hand as he knelt low enough to position the head of his plastic-covered pole at my wife's pussy. He found the magic hole and pushed forward."Oh!" Sally said softly.The DF pulled back and then pushed forward again.. Body’s name is Thomas Coffee. Sixteen years old. Blue eyes. Black hair. Driver’s license expires two days short of one year from now. Means Body… Thomas… means Thomas got driver’s license Tuesday. Address, Social, height, weight… and picture of open eyed smiling Thomas. Should stop there. Quiet part tells me to stop. Loud part wants to know more. Screams in shrill tones in head ‘Thumb open wallet and meet Thomas Coffee.’ Three dollars in the fold, gift certificate to skating rink. Letter with. I wanted more than just a repeat of the last time we stopped there, so as soon as Jamie set the picnic basket on the blanket I had spread out, I told him we couldn’t be that close to the only heat-relief in miles without taking a dip. This time I was determined to get him in, too. I jumped up, grabbed him by the hand, and started dragging him to the water. Of course if he weren’t allowing it, I never could have budged him. But when we arrived at the grassy bank, the obvious disrobing spot, he.