Even after that I couldn’t stop staring at her and my dick was hard. Now she noticed that yet again. This time with another plain expression; she lo...ked at my hard on once or twice. It was around 7, and again I pushed my dick into her. She didn’t complain. It was half-way to the village.Now lust took over my mind and I put my hand on her seat behind her head. So I kept my dick right there and tried not to move as much as possible. It seemed like she too was getting horny now she moved her. As Melanie stood she would clutch her burning bottom cheeks and rub them whilst stepping from foot to foot forgetting she was naked below the waist.Claire always kept a firm look on her face although inwardly smiled when she saw Melanie doing her spanking dance, just as she loved to see her daughter’s bright red bottom cheeks both during and particularly at the end of the spanking. Claire always scolded her daughter before, during, and after the spanking as she saw it as an important part of. Finally, he stopped and said "I think you are ready, now." Not really understanding, I opened my eyes again and looked up. I saw the guy sitting there, naked, holding his boner with with one hand, while the other was between my legs, fingering me. I felt light-headed and aroused. He wiggled his shaft and repeated "I think you are ready, now." A sly smile appeared on his face while I was looking at him, or rather at what he held in his hand. He had a very sizeable cock, smooth and almost. He grimaced exasperated. Would it be wrong if he broke his snapping-frickin’-fingers without any warning? It took him a few moments to focus his eyesight fully. Adam Rich, owner of Hot Spot graced him with a petulant look. What he met was a fairly irritated bartender, tapping his foot on the rail attached to the lower part of the counter, with an expectant stare upon him. What?! He wanted to scream the four-letter word and throw up his arms in abandon. Temper be damned! Count to ten, his inner.