I’m about to get my favorite thing, from my favorite ma-My thoughts are interrupted by your palm meeting my ass. Hard. Painful. Wonderful.The way I ...ike it.Slap, SlapSlapOver and over.I scream and cry and whimper, because I am becoming very wet. You pause in spanking me for a second and slide one of your long, delicious fingers into the dripping cream in between my thighs. You quietly laugh when you hear me moan.“You thought that you could punish me, didn’t you, my pretty little fucked up. It was a well-worn piece of equipment but it was in excellent condition and not a spot of rust anywhere. She spent some time cleaning off the dirty shells in the gun belt. They looked like their owner had kept them there for a long time without using them. He was probably one of those drifters who wore it more for decoration than for actual use. The leather was cracked in several places from lack of care. That was taken care of by bringing in the bottle of lotion that her daddy used on the. "Have you thought about that yet honey?" Tara asked Dee.Dee smiled at her and nodded. "The only one I haven't asked yet is my Maid of Honor," she said slyly."Oh? How come?" Because she hasn't been around," Dee answered cryptically."Oh. Whom are you going to have as bridesmaids," Tara asked not catching on to Dee's comment."Well I don't have anyone around here that I'd even want to ask, so Carol said she'd be one," looking at Carol with a smile. Carol knew that Dee was going to ask Tara to be. Given our history, I quickly relax and lay my head on your chest. You stroke my hair as I run my fingers up and down your chest, underneath your shirt. Everything just seems natural. I don't know how it started exactly, but soon your lips are on mine. You are sucking my bottom lip into your mouth and I am moaning. I pull your shirt over your head and toss it aside. There is nothing better than a man's chest and yours is near perfection. I love running my fingers through the hair scattered.