Since Daphne started high school, she had only been spanked a few times, but on those occasions, part of her punishment had been given with a rattan c...ne. Daphne felt the sting of her mother’s palm as it landed against the bare right cheek of her bottom. Her mother alternated cheeks, angrily spanking Daphne, hard and fast. The slaps rang out in the closed room, along with Daphne’s cries. Finally the stinging slaps stopped raining down. For a moment Daphne thought that her mother would let her. Fir usne mere kapade utare me uske boobs ko chusne laga kya taste thi yaar. Fir usko bed pe bithaya aur mera 6 inch ka lauda uske muh me daal diya. Wo pagal hoke chatne lagi suck karne lagi mene uska sir pakade jor jor se aage piche karne laga. Mere muh se ahhh commmon Hema ahhh ahhh yaaaaaaa awaj nikal rahi thi. 15 min ke baad me uke muh me hi zaad gaya fir usne apni panty utari aur me use lick karne laga. Wo pagalo ki tarha chillane lagi haaayeeee ahhaaaaaa uuuffffffff aur tez Ankush aur tez. So I asked Kathy why she preferred Roger to Cyndi. Did she prefer men to women? Or was it just an aversion to Cyndi. Kathy countered by asking me if I preferred Cyndi to Carl. Or was it that I preferred women to men. I said that sometimes I did and sometimes I did not. Kathy then said that she actually fantasized about me being with Cyndi and how the encounter would have played out. Just then, the timer on the dryer sounded and Kathy said, your clothes are ready if you are. I told her that I. Her husband had been somewhat of a geek about cars and had the ability to reach ‘boring’ status in about the same time as our cars could take to accelerate to sixty miles an hour.Mandy, however, was different, if slightly unfortunate. Nature had been kind in the sense that she had a sensational body, but most unkind in her looks. She was, in service parlance a ‘grimmy’ in that she really did have a face only a mother could love. Which, and I’m certainly not a misogynist, was frightening. Damn.