. not to herself anyway. Getting ready for bed she started thinking about making love to him. How would he like it if she took control, making him wan... her was top priority because no one in her past ever did.Sitting in front of the mirror and brushing her hair, watching it glide through the brush made her daydream again about his spanking her and her liking it. He wasn't rough and cruel but there was just enough pain in it to bring her pleasure. He seemed to know exactly what she wanted. This. It was just a little tight, which was good as it might serve to inhibit any premature orgasms he might have. The way he felt right now, if Cat licked his dick just once more, he'd spray cum all over the both of them. Tabatha could feel his readiness and sat down on the bed."You should stand," she suggested quietly, and began raising the bed up to the right height so he could enter her. There was no more foreplay than that. She needed him inside her and she needed those spikes penetrating her. Your staff - uh, stuff - is in the kitchen."Ignoring her Freudian slip, I advanced down the stairs. "Thanks."Then I had to stop, because she was still blocking the bottom of the stairs."Sorry," she apologized again, getting out of the way."It's okay, squirt," I assured her, turning toward the kitchen. She was still at the bottom of the stairs when I came back with my books and trombone. "If you've got any questions, I'll be in my room."A few minutes later there was a timid tap on my door. I. I was always one of the first to gallop across the playground into her embrace, eager to feel her arms round me and to inhale the delicate scent of her perfume.Even if the weather was cold and she wore a long coat, she'd always have on a short skirt beneath it that would ride up over her thighs as she got into the car and waited for me to close her door before going round and getting in beside her.The skirt would ride up even higher as she drove home and she'd smile at me when I reached over to.