It landed in her cleavage. ‘Oh no, look what I’ve done,’ he lamented. ‘That’s the third time you’ve done that in the last fifteen minutes,...�� she admonished him with a smile. They were in their cabin aboard the Perun, enjoying a lavish meal to celebrate their first raid as privateers on a French ship a few days prior. At his request she had worn the daring purple velvet gown. ‘Well, I guess I’ll just have to retrieve it,’ he said with a smile, dipping his head down to her breasts. He flicked the. Her right hand joined the other one to tug on his ass.Brian was lost in the euphoria. A small voice was speaking to him, but his mind was beyond listening. Her hands were on his ass, urging him to enter her. He pushed forward, heard Peggy's grunt, pulled back, and buried his cock in her."Oh, my God, oh, my God! It feels so good," Peggy was saying.Brian agreed. It did feel good, and he hadn't even started moving yet. He forgot about protection and began to move, pulling out and thrusting, slowly. She melted into me as I held her head against my chest.“So that explains you wanting the spanking last night.”Mel nodded.“Okay, honey. Well, again. I’m not ‘him’. I loved last night, though! But at the same time, I felt bad about spanking you too hard.”“It wasn’t too hard,” she reassured me.“Still, I left marks on you…!”“Sometimes,” Mel started. “Every once in awhile, I… like to get… torn up a little bit. Not always. But sometimes.”Mel reached down between my legs and felt my hardening. Sunday noon couldn't come fast enough. But it did. I went over to Richard's house and tapped on the front door.He opened it bare chested, wearing only a pair of skimpy, skin tight, satiny gym shorts that accented his round, muscular ass. About three inches of his cock hung out the bottom. His manhood was semierect, straining the fabric. I gasped at the sight, and my cock began to swell. The ballgame was on the TV in the other room, just in case.He pulled me inside by my shirt and closed and.