Leaving just the tip of my finger in her, I got her to release my hair so I could move down to kiss her there. Her fingers had the bedding in a death ...rip, but no matter how tight she was holding on, there was no way to prepare her for the first touch of my tongue to her clit. I spread her open and easily found it, then caressed it gently with the tip of my tongue. ‘Oh god, oh my god, what are you doing to me?’ she asked. ‘Do you want me to stop?’ I asked, though in all honesty had no such. Pat went to the refrigerator and got them all long neck bottles of Budweiser beer as he got it for free from his sponsor. As they gathered around the game table, Pat took CJ’s arm and pulled her to his side and said, “I want you on my team today.” This particular day, CJ was teasing and flirting with Pat as they played. They were on the same team and she stood next to Pat. She was giving all of them a nice view of the tops of her small but firm breasts. Her cutoff jeans had been washed so often. I instinctively moved my hand to the base of my cock again and slowly stroked upward, covering the head and slowly moving it down again. She drew hard, the orange glow of her cigarette turning brighter throughout her incredibly long, slow and measured drag. She inhaled fully before exhaling with purpose, focusing a tight stream of smoke from my chest to my cock that bounced off my body and lingered for a moment before wafting away. “Yessss," I sighed. “So hot. So fucking hot.” She took another. Lorraine did not look at her husband but staggered up the stairs with her clothing partly pulled up and threw herself on one of the beds and howled at the pain and the humiliation.The canings had taken place mid-afternoon and neither recipient contemplated sitting down. They ate at separate times using some food that they had brought with them and neither spoke to the other. Lorraine now wore a summer skirt and, although Alan did not know it, did not have any knickers on trying to cool her.