"One" she said. I gave another lashing. "Two" she said. Another lashing "Three." After 18 lashes, about halfway through, I looked admirably at her red...and bruised ass."Ok that's about half, I think we can give that ass a break. Sit up on the couch." She did and looked me straight in the eye; here brown eyes full of lust and desire. Only then did I become curious how she got to be the girl who made multiple vows to stay a virgin until marriage. Curiosity got the better of me, "Tell me, how did. "Of course, it goes without saying, that you'll keep your hands off Inga."I nodded vigorously and held up the Boy Scout three fingers. She probably took it as swearing a promise. I meant 'read between the lines, sister.'Inga had put her clothing and tote bags upstairs and was already coming down, panties flashing as she lifted her knees high. No pussycats today, instead pink flowers. "I got an IM from Mrs. Marcus." An instant message?" So, Harriett was IMing now? "What did she have to say?". I love how wild Julie gets when she has a good hard orgasm. Soon her hole was being filled with the first load of cum from a man other than me. He pulled out and she begged him to fuck her more. She needed more fucking. It only took seconds for his cock to be replaced by another hard pole. Oh yes. Fuck me. Please fuck me. She no longer thought about being raped or even that it was someone other than me that had his cock buried in her snatch. He pulled out and rolled her over and started doing. Clare's side of the bed was warm, and he could still smell her as he rolled over. Imagining her there, he began to gently stroke himself, turned on by the thought of fucking her. As he did it, his foot brushed something on the bed. He noticed it was Clare's pink panties... reaching out to throw them to the floor, they lingered in his hand... Smiling, he sheepishly looked at them, feeling how warm they still were, the gusset still slightly damp. He had never done anything like it before, but he.