The pain was so intense, my cunny was on fire, and instinctively I put a hand up to stop any further spankings on my cunny. All I heard through my so...s was a tsk tsk. I felt my hand grabbed – and pulled out in front of me with my other one, and stretched out. I knew this was my Uncle Pete as I recognised his shoes.I waited, sobbing to myself, hoping that it was over when out of nowhere another slap hit me between my legs, the pain was unbearable and I felt hands on my hips, holding me down,. I paid the bill, she left them a tip and we quickly got up to leave after paying and make our way to the parking lot. As we made our way away from the prying eyes of others we became more physical – holding hands and light rubbing, which we try not to do when others are around to ensure we never get spied on or gossiped about. It’s a secret that we keep private. We don’t text message each other, talk on the phone or do anything else that could be easily intercepted or scrutinized. We piled into. Dropping the glass on the table, she turned her head aside and coughed uncontrollably.“What… the hell… " she squeaked and gasped, “… is that?”Brander leaned forward, still bemused. “Whiskey,” he said.She removed her glasses and rubbed the bottom edge of her eyes. She croaked, “Oh God, that burns.”Grinning, he said, “It does tend to curl the hairs on your chest if you don’t respect it.”“I think it's singed the hairs off my chest.”Brander snickered.She took a moment to clear her throat and regain. Passionately. Her hand was all over my cock. I reached up and felt her boob as she leant forward. It felt pert and full. Our tongues intertwined. My cock was pulsing again. She looked down. "Wow, ready to go again," she laughed. "Never seen that before either. God, now I REALLY want to fuck you." Again our lips locked, and our tongues swirled. She grabbed my cock, and started wanking me again. "Keep it safe and hidden, my number," she smiled a big smile, "and for the record, I've never done.