I thought maybe Jenetta might be embarrassed or shy atthe sudden turn of events, but she was getting rightinto it. “I say you should spank his b...re ass for us,”she laughed.Eddie chimed in “Yeah. Paddle him for hurting thislovely creature.”Long story a little shorter: Pete had me fetch one ofthe paddles from the ping pong table. I gave him a winkas I handed it to him: “Show our young guest what shouldhappen to men who disobey their women.”And when I turned. She was still hesitant, maybe she was too close I could already feel her warmth close against me. As I pressed the throttle she nearly fell back then held on properly.I took her for a quick tour of the lake this machine was proper fast. I could feel the apprehension floating away as she became more comfortable the sullenness drifting away. I drove to a secluded part of the lack away from the cottages and the fisherman. “Do you want to see what it feels like?” I asked the apprehension was back. I reached around her and placed two fingers around her c-lit, moving it side to side as she liked to do to her herself. "Oh GOD that's it! That's it! F-uck my a-sis!" she cried.I was still trying to be gentle with her when she became insistent and started to shove herself into me harder and harder. Now I just relaxed and enjoyed myself, sure that she was enjoying it as well. She had a generous, beautiful a-sis. I had always enjoyed looking at it, but now seeing it around my turkish c-ock was a. Dylan was staring at me as she swished her hips from side to side a little. Her tiny tush swayed back and forth without a single jiggle. Just a smooth flexing of her sleek buns.Oh dear god in heaven.“Go ahead and touch me, Mr. Marsh. Don’t be scared. I’m your birthday present.”That was dirty pool. She’d always called me Tom. The ‘Mr. Marsh’ thing was just to mess with me. Of course, it seriously worked.I reached forward and touched Dylan’s ass like you’d touch the holy grail or the ark of the.