Ned opened the door and emerged to stand next to the buxom Willow. She wore just bikini bottoms and flip-flops. Several months prior, Ned had helped W...llow with a general coaching tune-up and he recalled the way her breasts had moved, bounced and jiggled as they went through the various sensual routines. He decided to reacquaint himself with them. The too-narrow path to the pool forced Ned to follow behind the platinum blonde and he watched her perfect butt cheeks sashay to the pool. Several. She attacked with longer strokes, her grip firmer, and his knees started to buckle as he felt it beginning. She fondled his balls as they contracted up and suddenly he started to come, his juice spurted out to shower her breasts, someone else caught the next spurt and when offered she licked his sperm out of the hand, a gift of Christmas. Another spurt landed on her face and another hit her chin to drip in strings to the floor. Someone reached out to smooth in the semen on her chest. Another. I began crawling. It’s pretty hard to move very fast, crawling on your belly with your ankles tied together and your wrists bound behind your back. The dirt and gravel sc****d my chest, belly, and legs, and the girls took turns slapping me with their belts. They hit all over, and I never knew where to expect the next sting. I’d inch forward, mooing, and slap, my right shoulder would sting from Becky’s belt. I’d scramble forward, trying to move away and toward the porch, and slap, my butt would. While he thought about what he had been lucky enough with this woman, he heard the key in the front door ..."I'm back daaha!" She called up as she took off her running shoes and walked up the stairs barefoot.She came into the bedroom. "So honey, did you sleep well"? she asked in a slightly exhausted voice and an almost audible heartbeat. Her short blond hair was sweaty and her, as he found quite a tight running shirt and her very tight black pants stuck to her body so that all curves and two.