The universe decided today is as good as any to mess around with me, Angela called me to her house said something about being home alone or homework...I really wasn't listening at all. I got in whoa they are really hooked up again she said something but again all I was thinking about was stuff I shouldn't be thinking about but turns out I was right because she came down wearing matching blouse and a mini skirt that was just too low. She came and sat next to me the remote coincidentally. She calls out in a sexy voice, "Don't stop now!"Wanting to give her a show, you stand slowly and face her and caress your own breasts, lifting one hard nipple to your mouth and then the other. Your man stand behind you wraps his arms around your hips and hugs you, the shaft of his hard cock pressed against your firm bum, the head just inches bellow your now drenched pussy.You watch your friend, her fingers now disappearing between the folds over her lips, and you mimic her movements on. He immediately slid over and snuggled up against me. I felt his hand reach over and caress my breast. Oh shit. ‘Honey,’ he whispered. ‘I missed you.’ ‘Dylan, please! I’m so tired!’ ‘I know, but I’ve been dreaming about you all week! C’mon, baby!’ He pulled up my nightshirt and thrust his hand between my legs. I froze. In a second, he was on top of me, forcing my legs apart. I was almost in shock, I wasn’t prepared for this to happen tonight. As he kissed me sloppily, he tried to poke his. Tearshad instantly returned to her eyes, and she was crying loudly. The strokes of the riding crop landed continually, methodically, as if creating a pattern. The blow she received would land next to where that previous had struck. The pain was now even more indescribable than that of the paddle. When Peter had delivered about twenty blows to his victim’s one buttock, he moved to the other side, imitating the pattern he had created with the first. He decided that he liked using the riding crop.