She let out a faint moan as she pushed my finger in and out of her, faster and faster. She started to buck in bed, one hand on her tit with a tattoo o... a moon peeking out from a pair of clouds. Before long, both her hands were holding onto mine, and she only paused to uncurl my middle finger and slide that inside as well. By now, her pussy was dripping with her juices. "Can I look at it?" I asked, having no idea what the accepted etiquette was. "Sure." She replied.I slid down, and she straddled. She was sitting next to some folded clothes, and as Igot close, she picked up my jeans to display them.Only, they weren't my jeans. It was a mid-calf denim skirt. I stoppedand told her, "That's not mine." Of course it is, silly. It did come from your closet."Then it cleared up. Yes, it was mine. I bought it with Kim and Sherryat Target.I took the skirt from her and she gave me an odd look. So I turned toher and said, "You're right. I don't know what I was thinking. Iremember buying this. It was the only time in my life I had been spanked and she certainly knew how to spank, I quite literally didn’t sit down for two days after. I called her a bitch for not letting me listen to my sony walkman in bed and before I knew what was happening I was over her knee getting my bare bottom smacked for what seemed like eternity. My parents were both against smacking children and as soon as I got home I told them what the mean cow had done to me. I don’t quite remember what happened but even. Soon he was working away from Porter House more often than the internal jobs Rebecca could find for him.On the Friday after new year, Rebecca rang her ex-husband in London. The call was answered by Hector, her husband’s gay lover, Hector Okinowu. She wished him a happy new year and asked to speak to Justin Simons, wanting to get back on friendly terms as both confess that they still have love for each other and both want to lose the bitterness which crept in during the divorce.“I am so sorry,.