How could I forget something like that!! It was the seventies and there was a casual carefree attitude to sex. No AIDS. Sex was beautiful, fulfilling,...something to savour and enjoy, and to share with others. “Remember Mavis,” Jean said with a soft reverent tone. I continued my probing, exploring every crevice, every nerve ending, fuelling Jean’s sexual thoughts for a longer journey into the past.I looked up at Jean’s face, studied her; her head was tilted back, her eyes seemed to be looking at. Smack, Smack, Smack! Owwwww!!!! came the response - This just spurred me on and I spanked her harder alternating from one cheek to the other. As I looked down her bottom was now red all over and she had started to sob slowly. Ok you've had enough. 2 more on each cheek and then we will stop but I want you to thank me after each one ok? Yes Sir thank you Sir she said. I lifted my hand and bought it down hard onto her red bottom. Thank you Sir. Another blow onto the same cheek and then 2 more. He felt a bastard for breaking this to her in such a crude way, but what other way was there to say something like that? Ron sighed. He had done the right thing. It wasn’t fair to Fern not to tell her, he cursed himself when he heard sobbing coming from behind the closed bedroom door, heart wrenching sobs that spoke of Fern’s pain. * * * * * * * * Take back that sad word good-bye Bring back the joy to my life Don’t leave me here with these tears Come and kiss that pain away * * * * * * * *. I bend down and run my tounge sharply from her clit, slowly reaching her ass and letting the moisture in my mouth slide down my tongue, and working it around her sweet tiny little hole. I can hear her heavy breathing and involuntary moaning. I get on my knees behind her, cock thick and rock hard. Still holding her lips apart, when the tip of my meat reaches her pussy she lets out a sudden moan , as if taking her first bite of a hard earned steak. ‘Guide my cock with your hands’ I order her. She.