Some time later, elsewhere in the world, a man named John came upon"The Gift of Tongues." The title excited him, and his heart beat rapidly as he down...oaded the story. He began to read and his excitement grew, as did his erection, which he stroked and fondled gently, imagining little Missy's touch. Every sentence stirred him, every erotic image deepened his arousal, and he masturbated with sweet abandon until, having held out quivering on the edge to the very end, he exploded in orgasmic bliss. I couldn't stop him. I was so disgusted I punched himagain. I should have known better after the last time I punched him.This time he turned me over his knee, pulled up my skirt and startedspanking my bottom. It felt like by butt was on fire from the first timehe struck me. I started cussing and threatening him but Fred just righton spanking me. Finally I was crying and begging him to stop."Are you going to hit me again?" No!" Are you going to disobey me again?" No!" Are you going to be my. Monica finally gave me a blowjob and let me finger her pussy and lick her thighs, but when I tried to put my mouth anywhere near her pussy, she pushed me away. She explained that she and her husband never did anything like that and she actually considered it unnatural. I let it go for the time being but started contemplating a way to change her thinking.One-night Clara started to suck my nipples and lightly tickle my balls at the same time. It brought back memories of my college days. I found. I was too turned on by this that I instantly got a hard on and my dick started to rise. I slowly put my hand on his ass hoping that he is still sleeping. Oh, he had such a firm strong ass, the perfect bubble butt.I could feel his ass and began to squeeze it still hoping that he is asleep. I began to squeeze it really hard. I then slowly took my hand and put it on his pajamas and into his underwear. I could now feel his bare ass in my hand and was squeezing it hard. My dick was throbbing but he.