I love the sensation of an engine pumping against my feet as wind rushes by my slit and kiss my nipples. If the drive to Nick’s was any further I mi...ht explode, overcome with excitement, but luckily it’s a quick drive. By the time I’ve got him in the car my body has slowed and started to idle, but the passion still maintains a steady hum between my legs. When Nick gets a look at me, his eyes light up and a slight smile grin emerges. He knows this look; he knows I put on my black underwear when. I’m still working off baby weight number three.”I smiled at her, “You are welcome. I would never have guessed you have three kids.”“Oh, you are too kind,” she patted my cheek before dropping her hand to her thigh. “If I weren’t so loyal to my husband, I’d invite you over so I could test drive your – what did you call it Kristy? Oh yes, big young cock.”Then Cara leaned down to Kristy and my level and whispered, specifically to me, “Just remember that thing is bigger than you think, so be careful. Mom & dad were high school sweethearts, married only a month after graduation, probably because of me, but they counted me as a blessing.I was only three when mom developed the big 'C', and by the time it was diagnosed, it was too late. She left us just three months later, hence dad's devastation.For some reason, he never seemed to relate to other women like he did with mom. Perhaps it was the closeness of high school, the forced co-ed status, who knows? Dad was always shy around other women. I. They had been playing around with Corporal Punishment for a while, and Lyn's friend Jilly had said that she would be interested in getting involved some-time!Lyn told Mike on the phone that she had seen a sort of wooden paddle on a video, and described it over the phone. On his lunch-break Mike found a 3/8" thick piece of ash wood, cut it on the bandsaw drilled 18 medium holes in it, chamfered the edges and the holes so there were no sharp edges than sanded it smooth, he had made a paddle 3".