"I remember being caned at school" quipped Karen "and I rememberwhich part hurt the most" and with that she took the rod from Sue andmeasured her firs... swing to catch the squirming girl across the top of herlegs. It was as if a swarm of bees had stung her. The pain was excruciating and Melody bit into the rag for all her might.Karen landed her full quota quickly and was never more than a few millimetresaway from her first point of impact. By the time she had finished there wasa slight hint of. I love you. I love that."I moved my hand around to massage her clit and Val started moving her hips back and fourth, I looked down and I could see myself going in and out. Soon, I started matching her motions. I don't think I we were doing that for more than a few minutes than I started hearing from Val, "Oh, God, Mark.....I'm cuming, I'm cuming, Oh, God, I'm cuming hard." Her breathing was at a marathon runners pace. I could feel her vaginal walls contracting on my penis and then, Val. Now stuff, as I know it, means all those things I just can't bear to relocate on either Monday or Thursday mornings in trash receptacles in front of the house to be hauled away. No way I could part with my stuff. Included were old books, read long ago but just waiting to be read. Old tax documents that sometime might come in handy if we were audited...as if our meager salaries would spark an audit. There were collectibles, like autographed baseballs and a few trading cards, an old lava lamp,. She gave me a small gasp and then got into it, obviously back into her comfort zone. I ran my fingers over her side and them up to stomach, trailing them over her bellybutton and then up to the hem of her shirt. She moaned and pushed herself up against me. While forcing my tongue into her mouth, I started sliding her shirt up, leaving my fingertips pressed to her sweating skin and at the same time I urged her thighs apart so I was lying between them. All this at once confused her and she pulled.