"Jenna lightly smiled at him, trying to catch her breath, as Tim grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. He back back off of the bed and pushed...his boxers down, as he stood back up his long dick was pointing almost straight up in the air. Jenna looked at his dick, finally able to see how big it really was. "Oh my god Tim, are you sure it will fit?" She asked in shock. Tim lightly chuckled, "we'll just have to find out huh?" Jenna slowly pushed herself up and sat up on his bed, staring at. I run the palm of my hand over his cock tip, feel it jerking and pulsing beneath its cotton prison, feel the heat of it burning my flesh, and feel the dampness of his desire seeping through his underwear leaving a snail trail of precum on my skin.I release my finger from his lips and slowly lower myself before him, spreading my legs wide, allowing the cool air to play across the inside of my thighs, feeling a breath of it slide across my soaked pussy and gently caress my pulsing, swollen. She was in a clearing, thick forest closing in on her from all sides, mist hanging low over the ground as she felt the cool night air on her face.This was her domain, a sense of déja-vu overcoming her, a kind of primal recognition sparking in her mind as she gazed at the tree line. She had not visited woodland for a thousand years, yet the scents and sounds were all immediately familiar to her, the chirping of insects and the smell of damp soil bringing old memories flooding back.She wanted to. Ignoring her words I looked at her plump backside. The skirt was a full, heavy material. Not right for a spanking. I took hold of the hem and pulled it back, over her lower back. Another squeal, and again the hands – this time trying to hide her white panties. I slapped the top of her left leg, hard, she cried out and moved a hand to try to rub the spot.“Now, listen carefully, mum. I told you to put your hands down and I meant it. I am going to spank your bottom and if you try, if you dare, to.