Off to the side, Bert then asked me, "Can you do it again? It worked like a charm. I was hoping you could get her to like baseball more." It's possibl...," I said with a grin on my face, "but you know there has to be reciprocity." Okay. Let's think..." I am going to ask Ann." Bert gave me a hard look, but that didn't stop me from going to Ann."He wants to do it again, eh? Well you can make him wash the dishes," she said with humph.A short while later, I was in a quiet, dimly lit room with Ann. I. Not wanting to discern her thoughts at the moment, Sarah fell into bed and into a liaison with sleep. Fabian wasn’t as lucky. Every time he shut his eyes in a vain attempt to sleep, Sarah’s sexy whimpers haunted his mind, his senses, his body, the feeling of her nipples hardening as she arched her back and raked her nails across his jaw line. Rock hard and throbbing, he wondered if he should drive down town to Shelly, a ‘bus-girl’ at Ronda’s who always welcomed him with opened legs, um, arms.. If he asked for too few he would not climax, if he asked for too manythe pain would be unbearable."Three please, Madam." Very good, pretty maid. I can see that you are responding better allthe time," she said as she whirled the flexible rod in the air andbrought it with vicious force on those quivering buttocks.The first stroke almost made him come as his body thrust his prick intothe whipping horse's dry cunt. He screamed and she laughed at hisagony.But, he needed more and soon.The second blow. "Yeah, mom. I'm fine. Just a dream." Do you want to talk about it?"Do I...? Hell no, I don't want to talk about it with my mom, and I shift uncomfortably on the bed. I can feel my spooge move around. Can this night get any worse?Turning beet red, I say, "I need to get cleaned up."Thankfully mom understands immediately, and doesn't say a word as she walks into my room. She pulls back the covers, and I wish I could hide the dark stain on the front of my boxers. As mom leans over to help me out of.
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