.you move yourself against the pressure of my fingers, I can feel your pulse, throbbing.I move my free hand from your ass, stroking your cheek, breaki...g the kiss, pushing you back against the railing of the lookout, the sheer drop behind us. Your eyes are half closed, but locked with mine, your hands half pushing me away, and then pulling me back towards you as I slip my fingers inside your panties... Opening you with one swift movement of finger and thumb.Silence, save for the sounds of the. My pants become soaking wet, and for a moment, I was so enthralled by Laura's caning I forgot I was the next to receive punishment.Laura was crying her heart out, pleading for her mum to make the stinging stop as the Head's cane struck her small petite palms again and again. She threw her head back as the tears cascaded down her beautiful face; I stood there petrified, knowing my hands were about to feel the cane as soon as her punishment was complete.Laura's delicate hands didn't look strong. " Did you do that to," Natalie asked Fred."You bet. Didn't you?" Well, yes, not every night though... It seems that I've got more... wanting now," she giggled. "How about you Angie?" Oh yes. That's the only good thing of getting older. You need it more... and get it more," she added with a little blush."Speaking of getting more, anyone care for a whisky?"We all did and soon ice clinked in glasses with whisky and the conversation returned back to our teen-age years."When did you loose it?". She ran upstairs and brushed her teeth and changed her clothing. For once, she didn’t want to dress in anything he might find appealing. After months and months of trying to look attractive to her husband, she absolutely didn’t want to tonight. No skirt or dress, but slacks and a loose knit top. Low heeled sandals. No jewelry, no makeup.Back downstairs, she looked at herself in the mirror over the living room buffet. She felt very nervous and knelt down. Opening the side cabinet, she reached in.