. easier to see.A POEM THAT WAS USA little house with three bedrooms, One bathroom and one car on the street A mower that you had to push To make the ...rass look neat.In the kitchen on the wall We only had one phone, And no need for recording things, Someone was always home.We only had a living room Where we would congregate, Unless it was at mealtime In the kitchen where we ate.We had no need for family rooms Or extra rooms to dine. When meeting as a family Those two rooms would work out. "Yes, perhaps we should both have our bottoms smacked," said Amala.Spanking had not featured at all in their relatively short time together, either now or fifteen years before and it had not featured in either of their lives away from each other but it was in both of their minds as they returned to their room via the lift.They had had a quick fuck on arrival in their room earlier in the evening and had both fully intended to do some serious lovemaking now that they were back in the room but. She finally moved my hand up to her double-d breast and I squeezed it to her delight, feeling its hefty weight and the milk sloshing within it. I guess me grabbing her like that gave Ali all she needed and with surprising quickness for someone her size she sat up and pulled me into a wet, hungry kiss. She rammed her tongue deep into my mouth, holding my head in both hands while I grabbed her belly. She pulled back and paused enough to pull her top off, her round tits bouncing down onto her. She let out a long, slow moan of desire as she sank down on my cock, the soft warmth of her pussy felt like nothing I'd ever felt before."On top of me Thomas." she hissed, "I want to feel your weight on me."We rolled over, and her legs went round my hips."Slowly Thomas." she breathed, "Slow and deep, yes that's it, that's beautiful, oh fuck yes, I can feel every fucking inch of you inside me, fucking me, hold me tightly Thomas and shag me slowly. Ooh, fuck yes, this is so fucking good, so very.