I went fiery red with embarrassment and gasped. Billy smiled and laughed softly and said, “This one’s a bit stronger than the other one. If you wa...t to have a read I’ll get it back when we finish this afternoon.” Then he went back to the garden leaving me stood there stunned.My mind was racing? This nice old gentleman that did our garden was turned on at the punishment of women by spanking and whipping them. He’d even actually done it. So, I wondered, did he prefer sparking or whipping? I. She wasn’t pregnant, but she was modeling the other clothes the brand had. Amy wasn’t too fond of Gia. She dwarfed the five-foot-tall Amy, had long dark hair, plus she wasn’t carrying the weight of a growing baby – especially the mental weight of fear and anxiety that came with it, knowing the child is a product of accidental incest.She avoided Gia the best she could, knowing eventually the woman would come find her, talk to her, and make a big deal about her growing tummy.Gia did just that. “Sorry about that,” I said, apologetically. “I couldn’t help myself.”“No,” she said, shaking her head and grinning up at me. “It was wicked. I loved it.”The next item on the agenda was food. Still totally naked, we ate sandwiches at the kitchen table, and had another drink. As she moved around the kitchen I watched the sexy sway of her hips, and imagined how it would feel to shove my cock right up between those firm round cheeks, and unload deep inside her tight little rear. Before that, of. . At those times, I really wanted some more lund inmy choot. I was always looking for ways and means to get fucked. Iused to cosy upto my husband at all times and kiss him and try toexcite him, by touching at all his sensitive spots, his nipples andhis lund. I used to do all this at day time whether we were seeingscenericspots or eating lunch or dinner at hotels. Sometimes heused to comment that I am turning into a sex starved crazy slut. Howtrue it was, he never knew. Those were good times..