He seemed to know what I was thinking, though.I felt his fingers play with the band of my black panties with pink lace, and he grabbed them. He tugged...them down to my knees, then off all the way.I wanted to whine, protest. But I didn't. My punishment would probably just get worse.He started spanking again, right cheek to left cheek. Slow at first, getting quicker as he went on. I squirmed, whined, trying to get out of his range. Nothing was working.He went on spanking like nothing that I was. I enjoyed my entourage, but they were getting to a certain age. Things were sagging a bit. It was good to see such young flesh again, and right here next door. Madison saw me, and immediately withdrew the dildo. But she made no effort to hide her little, shaved pussy. With her dress and bra she was still fully clothed, except for her panties, and I could see the juices leaking out of her cunt. I sat down and started to tell her a story about what she had seen, but she stopped me. She told me. It has to be deeper than that; it has to be «agape», which is really hard work. And she knows that, too.”“You’ve talked about it?”“Not quite that bluntly, but about the hard work we’ll have to do to have a successful marriage. It would be a heck of a lot easier if I wasn’t going to be a doctor. That just adds a near-infinite amount of stress to the relationship for the first six or seven years. But we’re both fully aware of it, and it’s why she talked to a doctor’s wife before she even. "How do I do that?" she asked."Like this" I said gently pulling her onto my lap so that her legs straddled me on either side of the chair. Her breasts were right against my face and her crotch was pressed against mine."What am I supposed to do now?" she asked dubiously."Just keep dancing." I said.Tentatively at first, but then with increasing passion she rolled her hips against me. I had on a light pair of cotton pants and I could feel her crotch against my cock. I knew she could feel how hard.