He then heads out to his car and once inside, removes the magazine from the bag. A woman with smooth, light olive skin with a glow and wet light brown...hair stands on a beach. She is topless and using her hands is pushing her breasts together and covering them. Her black leather shorts are all the way up, but they are unzipped and you can make out fate lines of her underwear. Her high heel leather boots looks authoritative. Samira flips through the pages until she reaches the spread, the same. My breathing was now hard and fast as he undid my jeans he began to kiss me, kiss my neck, then my chest then my stomach he was now on his knees and my jeans were around my ankles, what the hell is he doing I wondered? I’m up here (don’t forget all I’d really done up to now was neck with girls and had the odd hand job)He looked up at me and smiled, and then he took my cock into his mouth, “Oh?” I thought so that’s what ---- “Oh! OOHH!” This was so new it was amazing the way my stomach tightened. Mandy was always a good girl and never asked for something that was beyond the family's means to give her. She stared at the hairbrush and then at her daughter wearing the cute plaid skirt. What else could she possibly do??"You know what this means, don't you Mandy?"Mandy's voice sounded very young when she said, "Yes mommy, you are going to punish me." That's right, and I am going to punish you just like I would have when you were f******n if your bottom had been big enough. So that means I am. We danced and danced all night then exchanged info, kissed and said goodbye. Michael had given me his work number and told me to give him a call. When he did not give me his home telephone number that should have been my first clue something was not right but I did not think anything of it. I called and left a message for him and was surprised at how fast he got back to me. We decided to meet at Sally’s again for more dancing the next Friday. He lived downtown and it was near his house. I.