You never tell me how many strokes you are going to do when you spank me, and I love not knowing when it will be over. I am thinking this as your hand...once again makes contact with my smooth, warm flesh. Two! Th..thank..thank you! *SLAP* Three! Thank you! After about 30 swats on each cheek, my arse is bright pink. But I can tell you are nowhere near stopping. Each CRACK of the skin of your palm meeting the increasingly tender skin of my backside builds both mine and your arousal, and when the. At home that evening Jane started asking questions and playing games.“Angela is pretty isn’t she?” “You were acting weird today” “you took a while I n the toilet Hun”Finally I had her convinced that I was suffering from an upset stomach, and trying to stop people from hearing the noises my stomach was making (not covering my hard on). A couple of years passed and Angela was not at the meetings which on asking around i found out was because she was visiting family over the Christmas break. It. We were some what older and it had been some time since I had been back to the hood. Bruce was living alone in a rooming house and had told me he had a film he wanted me to see. Bruce had promised that there would only be just the two of us and that i could leave when ever I wanted to. I was sure Bruce did not know that I was still sexual active with male partners. My curiosity got the best of me, I went to his room and was p;laced at ease by the fact that there was other people in the house. I slumped over on top of her immediately, my hands seizing her body. I needed to kiss her, hard. She pushed back against me and I thrust into her with the greatest of pleasure, shuddering and moaning into the kiss. Her hands attacked my body and I thrived on it, growling in her ear and encouraging her. With every scratch, bite and pinch I fucked her a little more savagely. Our bodies were mashed together in a hot, desperate effort for release. It wasn't long before we were both panting and.