I knew it was a cry of surprised pleasure. We had not told Nils that spanking featured in our sexual repertoire, hadn’t even discussed it, yet when ...he moment was ripe its consummation was perfection. Encouraged, Nils continued. Monique told me later that he asked her more than once if she could take it harder and she had simply nodded.As the slaps subsided, Nils gently massaged the curves, sliding his hand up through the knicker legs to soothe the reddened cheeks. At last he turned her on to. If I hear “Last Train to Clarksville” or another of his anecdotes about busty librarians again I was going to lose my damned mind.Ignoring the garland and wreath that usually picked me up, I walked through the door, kicked off my boots and walked into the kitchen. Stopping in my tracks, I paused, backed up a few feet and looked into the living room. Yup. There she was, sitting on the couch with some stranger. He was sitting way too close and was turned towards her. I didn’t need to be a. The end was in sight, the reward was great; but I had something else on my mind. I was in love with MaryAnn. When I first met her, I knew that it was lust I was feeling. She was an unreachable goal for me, with no hope of ever attaining. Now, however, I felt confident enough in myself as a person, as a man, that maybe I was good enough to at least take a shot at winning her love. This next task was going to be just another obstacle on my journey towards my ultimate goal.I arrived back at the. It wasn't long till I was horny and wanting to sleep with my man. Unfortunately at that moment it wasn't possible and while playing with my daughter on the beach during the course of the day, there were plenty of handsome guys that I saw and a few stopped to talk with me and some complimented my body which made me hornier. That night after supper and putting our daughter to bed. My husband and I had one more drink with my parents before we all said good night and went to bed. Once in our room.