"Doing some renovations?" she asked."Just the bedroom," I answered with a grin, "maybe you can give me some ideas."She hesitated, looking around, befo...e heading for the door. I opened it and let her go first, to be polite and to look at her tight little ass. She looked over at me, catching me looking and gave her ass a little wiggle.She took a chair in the kitchen as I got us each a large glass of iced tea. I moved my chair next to hers and slid in beside her as I handed her the glass. I put my. He started beating her high on her smooth back, up next to her shoulders. He used a figure '8' stroke, criss-crossing his strokes all the way down her back to the beginning swell of her ass cheeks. His strokes were firm and forceful, but not excessive. He wanted to carry her forward, past all her reservations about pain and pleasure. This beating was not intended to stop her orgasm altogether, but rather to delay it until every fiber of her body would be suffused with sexual energy.Karin. In a wild and seemingly uncontrollable reflex, Justin’s smooth, tanned hips rocked into the air above him and each time his ass returned to the bed a flood of thick white cream rocketed from his swollen, blood-engulfed shaft high into the air above him and landed against his muscular chest.My mouth was hanging opened in awe before I realized my expression was being shown so transparently. I was still trying to be cautious not to make him feel like he was doing something to be embarrassed about.. I nodded, barely noticeable and her lips turned up in the corners in the merest hint of a smile before she closed her locker and left.This was going to be tough.I opened my locker and a slip of paper fell to the floor at my feet. I bent to pick it wondering what it was and how it got there. It was a piece of the loose leaf we used to make notes, torn from the pad and folded in four. My name was written on the front in red felt tip, the ‘a’ replaced with a heart. Clarissa’s neat hand was.