.. ow!" she cried out a little louder this time. "Please, Mr. Malcolm ... OW!" she went on like that for the full ten swats and then sat with her head...in my lap whimpering apologies over and over again for being a bad girl and offering to make it up to me. She sounded sincere, so I let her, which, of course, led to other things. Sometime later – after our showers and after I had shoved two more proto-patterns over to the other side – I took her to dinner and to look for a new dress."You know. " That makes me look like a hateful, uncaring person." Well you were, but tell me you didn't change before you knew he had changed? You told me you went to the police and reported him missing. He has forgiven you. You immediately came out to visit him when you found out where he was located. You have embraced the woman he chose to make his wife. You have given him a grandson to carry on his bloodline. Forgive yourself Terry. People can understand why you acted as you have even if they think you. A second and the door dropped open and I was falling. I tried not to panic as I spread out and looked down into darkness. Finally I pulled the release and the parachute opened and the rope with my pack snapped tight below me.I took a deep breath and caught the controls and tried to search for the ground. Suddenly I was crashing through a tree and trying not to be impaled. When the parachute caught I was yanked up. I swung for a couple of moments before I tried to get free and climb down. I left. I moved them farther. She hitched back a couple of inches. And I slid my hands down between her thighs. I felt her pubic hair. It was soft. I looked at her as I pulled backward."Don't stop. God fucking damn, please don't stop," Shannon said.I touched between her legs. She was soaking wet. I moved my fingers deeper between her legs. Shannon gasped.I felt her pussy lips.She backed off. And she stared at me.Shannon pushed me to the floor. I could not fucking believe this. Right in my living room..