Dearest Son,I’m writing this slow ‘cause I know you can’t read fast. We don’t live where we did when you left. Your dad read in the paper that...most accidents happen within twenty miles of home, so we moved. Won’t be able to send you the address as the last Arkansas family that lived here took the numbers with them for their house, so they wouldn’t have to change their address.This place has a washing machine. The first day I put four shirts in it, pulled the chain and haven’t seen ‘em since. It. .The strikes were falling on me like a summer rain, a downpour. It burned. It hurt. I writhed. My back and buttocks were like glowing. I closed my eyes and entered his rhythm. Each new strike brought still more pain, with each new pain I was more and more his.Fifty. Thank you, Master...My back was burning. I know they were completely red.I opened my eyes and saw his erected cock. Mhhghhhhhmmmmmm... He was two steps behind me and then suddenly shoved his cock in my pussy. He grabbed my hips and. Kiss the back of my knees, where my skin is soft and taut. Make me tingle. Lap at me there with your expert tongue. I want to tower over you and look back over my shoulder so I can watch you plant a single, gentle kiss on each of my bum-cheeks. Do it with reverence, and stay away from my pussy. I want to reach back with my hands and spread my cheeks to give you a tantalizing glimpse of my crack. Served you right for masturbating into my brand new stockings! Breathe in my ass now, baby. I want. All the time I was watching Frank and he was watching me that wicked smile across his face. I knew he wouldn’t last much longer. I reluctantly removed my tongue from her arse, I think I’ve smoothed the path for you lovely and loose for you. Frank allowed Sylvia to lift her head, I took her shoulders and spun her round to rest once more on the couch. Frank spread her cheeks and legs really wide, probing his cock between her globes and entering her wet anus.With my encouragement he was soon balls.