After a few more slaps, he slowly massaged my sensitive behind. His movement were slow and seductive, not harsh like his spankings. His touches were s... light and soft that I barely noticed when they were gone. I was on cloud nine. I did notice though and eventually turned my head to find him standing behind me. He had his hands in his pockets and didn't bother to cover his enormous bulge. I could only focus on one thing. He noticed and leaned over, placing a finger under my chin and lifting my. Paulette wore stretch pants and sweater. She bad her hair done up on her head, and her makeup was light; Truck drivers and tourists eyed them and he was glad she looked like something instead of forty.He paid for the food tab directly from the one-twenty he had in his inside coat pocket. The moment he opened her Beverly Hilton suite room, she’d handed it to him and he hadn’t said a word, just put it in his pocket. They went back to the motel and Paulette told him to go to bed, that. She had come back to me and asked for another chance. She also was the one who claimed to have changed in some important respects.I was very uncertain about whether the change was real. But the one encouraging thing I knew about Juniper was that she didn't dissemble. So I felt strongly that I could believe her when she said she wanted to try again.I knew, at least, that if it didn't work out, she wouldn't be sneaking around sleeping with other guys on the sly. Nope. She'd just tell me it wasn't. " "Good." she said, "but I need something now!" so I pulled her to me and kissed her lustfully and pushed my hand between her thighs and rubbed her cunt through her knickers. She was fucking soaked! So I pushed a finger up her and stroked her inside until her breathing was getting eratic and deep. I pulled it out of her and then put it to her mouth to taste. She sucked my finger like sucking a cock and cleaned all her juice off it. So I smacked her arse lightly and said, "come on, you need.