“Always, even when he thinks I don’t know,” she responded, a slight slur to her speech now. “He likes doing it.”“All men jerk off,” I tr...ed to argue.“That’s nice,” interrupted Cee. “I wish my hubby would for me.”Then Cee stepped forward and put her naked body up against Shy as she reached over her step-step-sister’s shoulder and picked up her glass of wine off the edge of the pool. The in-stant I saw the bodily contact, I glanced at Shy to see her reaction and, at first, as quick as a flash of. FUCK ME! FUCK ME! PLEASE FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER!!! POUND MY CUNT!!! BANG ME LIKE A CHEAP DRUM!!! SHOVE IT IN HARDER!!! BLOW ME FULL OF YOUR CUM!!! I WANT IT ALL!!! FUUUCK MEEEEE!!! As she said her last words she locked her ankles around him and pulled with her legs and arms. She nearly suffocated him with a long, hot kiss. Her tongue was almost down his throat. She ground her groin into him, lest she lose a single drop. Her breath was as hot as he could imagine. They lay locked together for a. If he could do that, then as his son I could certainly hold my own at Union Station.I rode to the Tremont Cafe with Grandma Rose and ate a big breakfast there. I left just before eleven o'clock and walked two blocks to Union Station. It was a gaudy Romanesque building of massive proportions, a relic of the Gilded Age, with a vast main lobby graced with chandeliers of clustered, gigantic warm-white globes. The atmosphere was so much quieter than I would have thought; I expected a noisily milling. “Would…would you use a belt?”“Melissa,” Steve said. “Karen will spend some quality time over my lap. My hand will leave an imprint on her bare bottom. She’ll spend some quality time in a corner. I’ll introduce her to my paddle, and finally…yes, I’ll give her a strapping that she will not soon forget.”“Will…I mean, do you want me to be present?” Melissa asked in a soft voice.“No, your presence won’t be needed. You’ll be standing outside of her bedroom door. JoLyn will be with you and.