Steve leaned in and started french kissing me. Both hishands still busy playing with my tits. I kissed him back,loving the tender way he was treating ...e. He pulled back and walked over to the wall and chose awhip. When he returned he rubbed the whip across mytits and then he grabbed me roughly by the hair andkissed me deep again. I returned the kiss but I knew whathe was going to do to me next. I couldn't see Kathy but I knew she was going to get a titwhipping also. Then Steve smacked my tits. He thought it would be better if he just left. He knew he really shouldn't go in there. He quit smoking the pipe over a month ago on the advice of his doctor and was determined to stay quit this time. A heart attack will do that to you. He still had his pipe collection and he reasoned that he could go in, look at the pipes, maybe even buy one and it would be all right. He just wouldn't buy any tobacco. He didn't have any tobacco hidden at home anymore. He didn't have any in the car, or out in. You kissed me deeply taking my breath away as your hands splayed across my lower back. My hands trailed across your shoulders, moving along your arm to twine my fingers with yours. You rolled me under you and I relished in the feeling of your weight on me as you kissed my face gently. Your mouth left a heated trail as it moved down across my collarbone, licking and kissing across the top of my breasts. You dragged your tongue around my nipple, a soft moan escaping my lips as you sucked it into. She had more strength than her small body would make one believe. Her lips leaving mine, she slowly kissed her way down my neck, pausing on each nipple, sucking it softly, her eyes holding mine in a steady gaze. Her hand continued down my belly, touching it so softly it made me shiver in discomfort, which seemed to amuse Perminda and she giggled. Her fingers continued over my Venus mound, down one thigh to the knee and then back up, only to give the same attention to the other one. I had.