I always figured that if someone did catch me I would simply explain that the items were for my girlfriend. I had done this smoothly 2 or 3 times with...no problems. This afternoon things went a little different. I pulled into theparking lot. I would always feel so excited whenever I went to buy my slutty things. Just the anticipation of wearing the slutty itemswould be enough to invoke drops of pre cum from the tip of my dick. The shop I go to is at the rear of the flea market. I purposely. I was very close to my sister and knew that she had a hot pussy and wanted a good fuck. Sometimes I wanted to tell her that I had a big hard cock to fuck her to satisfy her lust but I never had enough courage to actually say it to her. She got married when I was 16 and moved to a different city after marriage. We still met on regular basis but after her marriage she had a husband and got pregnant and I stopped fantasizing about her for a while until she got divorced 3 years ago. By the time she. A delicately light perfume seemed to hang around her as he pressed his lips to the big melons of her breasts bursting from the half cup blue bra. As he kissed and sucked them, his hands squeezed and pressed her full round ass. His hands moving up her smooth thighs to reach up under her knickers and pull and press her buttocks beneath.She raised a leg, her foot resting on the bed as his hand moved over her butt cheeks, fingers teasing and feeling her butt crack, to the wet slit of her hot .horny. “One, two, three four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.” I counted, this time with a little sniffle from tears. “No tears, Kaitlyn, toughen up. You’re going to need to.” He raised the paddle again. “Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seven, eighteen.” I counted again as the stinging was becoming worse. He rubbed my behind and gave it a pinch, adding humiliation to the pain. He raised his arm. “Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four,.