“Get that ass up. Earn your stripes.” She couldn’t help it. She had to please him. She didn’t even know his name. Straining up on the tips of ...er toes, she arched up for him. Crack. This one struck low, where her ass met her thighs. It burned. She cried out. Suddenly wasn’t so sure she could take it. Crack. Same spot, low and wicked. Crack. Crack. The first one was across the center of her ass, the second low--lower even than the one before--cracking into the top of her thighs. She cried out. He couldn't help being a hopeless romantic sometimes, even if it made him sound corny. Jack smiled and went back to reminiscing.Being a father at 23 wasn't all love and sunshine though. The difficulty of a new family and the long hours at the office where he was an entry level peon had eventually wore him down. It had taken some time, but soon Jack had found himself focusing more on his career and less on the two women at home. Wendy had stayed by his side and they tried to keep the fire that. "O..oh my" she exclaimed in a hush tone, I knew she was enjoying it and I knew I was doing something right so I continued. I pushed her onto the sofa, my cock still raging hard in front of her face, the look of enjoyment on her face at being man handled by a younger, stronger man just confirmed that I was doing everything right, I pulled off her short shorts and began to kiss the inside of her legs, from her knees down to her thighs, she was moaning in delight as I got closer to her pussy. I. Her bra had a front hook, which Ben unfastened next, pulling the straps off her shoulders and freeing her massive perky breasts. They were beautiful! Trina turned to Mr. Roth, “What do you think Mr. Roth? Do my tits look good to you?” Mr. Roth quickly nodded his head up and down, but his cock remained flaccid, even though he was pulling it in earnest now. Trina frowned, “I was hoping just seeing them might help you out, but I guess that didn’t work.” “Maybe if he sees me play with them it will.