I accepted. I guess I was supposed to wait outside while he got the iced tea but I followed him into the house. When he turned from getting the pitche... from the refrigerator I was standing there. I let the towel just slip away from my body and watched his reaction. I could tell that he was nervous so I stepped forward and kissed him. I noticed the prominant bulge in his pants. I opened his zipper and extracted his swollen cock. Something in me told me that Mr. and Mrs. Gibbons did not fuck on. Her act will give no hint that she is an amateur. She moved down with her boobs grazing my legs.She placed a kiss on the dick head. Her hair fell over the dick. She pulled back her hair and bunned it. My whole body felt electric when her pointy tongue touched the dickhead. She moved her pointy tongue all over the dick head.She stared right into my eyes, and with a blushing smile, she gulped my cock into her wet mouth. She got busy with my dick, sucking it like candy. I started moaning and held. It had a beautiful head, larger than she’d ever seen before, but perfectly fitting for such a big cock. It twitched wonderfully as she exhaled. She was not allowed to use her hands.She swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth to keep from drooling, then parted her lips and leaned forward until half its dark length was in her mouth. It smelled like men did: the sweat, the virility, the dangerous desire. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she tried to blink them away to preserve her mascara.She. With the reality of the spanking that was about to happen, what had surprised Betty was that as soon as she was told to bend across Jasmines’ lap she was pensive but also felt aroused as though she was watching a spanking. She knew that she had a desire to be spanked, which had started many many years ago when she had watched a film at the cinema about a girlfriend being spanked. It set her thinking, initially being the one to give the spanking, but pretty quickly that changed to being even.