He wanted Katie too. “Old enough is good enough,” he repeated over and over to himself.Clark slowly began caressing Katie’s pubic mound with gen...le circles, tenderly squeezing it and tugging her hair, taking his time to slide his hand between her thighs to explore the warm silkiness of her untouched skin. It was hot, moist and needy. Katie’s muscles contracted with anticipation as Clark’s hand gently moved over her silky bush, getting dangerously close to her pink pleasure. He slowly traced the. "Uh huh." "Wearing a bra?" "No, not yet," I began to explain, but was cut off. "Take off the tee. Show me your tits." The words had a finality in them, as though she was about to win an argument. "But," I hesitated, "anyone could see me..." "Like I said." And the line went dead. Abandonment. I panicked, dropped the phone, took two steps back from the window, shaking with fear and panic, hands over my mouth. No, no, please, give me another chance! I began pacing the room, frightened that she. The first swat took me by surprise. It wasn’t hard, but I heard it before I felt it, loud in the silence of the kitchen, then my left bum cheek grew hot. A second’s pause, then another swat fell, and my right cheek mirrored its neighbor. ‘Two.’ I counted in my mind and let out a small gasp when my pussy clenched involuntarily around Erin’s finger. One slap sounded after the other, and every one of them made me gasp and my pussy tingle and clench hard around my friend’s digit. My backside. Where I got him is not relevant here but suffice to say; boys like him are around us and with a stroke of little luck they can be in our bed and then it is up to us, the users of such boys to keep them or dispose them onto someone else. Shashi was an ‘A’ grade stuff and a step ahead of the crowed of wanna be like Shashi. He would do the parties and that’s how he got introduced to me. We stayed in touch for casual sex for almost 4—5 months and then he and I both got plenty of each other and.