Ohh!" I felt her hand moving rapidly beneath my torso. Her other hand pressed me tightly against her."Oh Lord, is this so wrong?" She cried out. I thi...k she might have had a couple tears in her eyes. The good feelings I gave her tits and she was giving her cunt must have fostered no little guilt. For a few moments we simply worked at our lustful labors. Then she seemed to make a decision."Oh, honey, mommy is so sorry she doctored your dessert! Can you forgive me?"I had to pull my mouth away,. After his supper he grabbed another beer and went into his living room,thinking he would relax watching the television, but the first thing hesaw was the large box he had taken from Richie's garage. He pulled achair over to it and sitting, he began to take out the boatingmagazines from the top. There were classic boat magazines that he hadgiven to his young friend, together with sailing magazines that he hadobviously bought for himself. George stacked them neatly to one side,glancing through. Took me a long, long time to calm down. My breathing was very loud and labored. Still her hand now on my ass. Paddle gone. I lay there crying for the longest time. "Good girl. You did good, honey. Now stand up and go back in the corner."Shakily I got to my wobbly feet and made my way back to the corner. My ass was way beyond numb. A flashbulb. Sounds like a Polaroid camera. Developing. Silence. She left the room. Time passing. Trying to catch my breath. A sobbing little baby girl. I'm still. The room I entered was bare except for a table, a box, a man in a skin tight blue suit and Colonel Mudfoot, the Regimental Commander.Colonel Mudfoot wasn't the only Yaru I'd seen here, but he was the first one I'd seen up close."At ease Warrior Kru." The Colonel said. "Strip off your fatigues and put them in the box on the table please."The boots were the hardest things to get off, but not that hard. I'd often wondered how well those self-closing running shoes would do as combat boots,.