Just resting." I looked down at her. "Take it easy for a while." Okay." It feels good." Good. Me too."We rested for a moment, and Ronnie casually care...sed Martha's shoulder.Ronnie breathed softly, "So many ways to give pleasure. I like this. It's dark."After a few moments I began arching my cock inside Martha again, giving her two or three twitches between pauses, and Martha began squeezing in return, but I told her, "No, you just enjoy it. Let me do it for you."She said, "Okay," and she smiled. “Count,” said the headmaster.He raised the cane up, and Sarah desperately tried to escape. She twisted her body to the side, but it was no use.“Swish!”“Aaaiiihh-…”“If you don’t count the strokes, I will be forced to start the punishment over at thirty again,” he said.Dimly, his voice seemed to be coming through to her as if he was standing a long distance away. Despite the pain she felt however, Sarah forced herself to listen to the words. As the third stroke came down, she forced herself to. As she got wetter, and her pussy became accustomed to his finger, he pulled the lone finger out and slowly worked two fingers in.Steve’s mom groaned louder with the introduction of a second muscular finger. He watched as her head rose up briefly, they lowered back down. She was breathing deeply as Steve’s fingers slowly fucked her. Her moans continued as she obviously liked what he was doing. She even began to push back against his fingers as they bottomed out inside her wet, hot tunnel. “Man!. It maynot be sold or reproduce for profit of any kind.Send all comments or suggestion to [email protected] was 17, in high school in San Diego country. At that time, the middle70s, cross dresser were a sub culture, all were in the closet orperformer. You were labeled a fag or queer, and if you marked one of theother you were a out cast or worse.I was dressing up every chance I could, working for my mom, at the motelshe own. I made good money and on the nights that I wanted off, if itwas a.