Evidently they just found out; the Michaels just found out,” she said.“And they were,” he said, “the names?”“Well after Albert and Marilyn... Einstein and Monroe, of course,” she said.“Hmm, but I’m guessing he was kidding,” he said.“Yes, but that wasn’t clear at first. Like I say he was being a jerk,” she said.“Hmm, so anything else happen during this epochal struggle between the forces of Cord and Bradshaw?” he said.“No nothing substantial. Lana was being pleasant and kind of quiet for the most. They stood in front of me, and shared their pain with me in such a raw manner. Each one acknowledged that it was Gypsy who had introduced us, and breathed life into each of these new relationships in the first place. I wondered to myself, just how a woman could, time after time, send her lover into the arms of her horny ass friends. The thought struck me so oddly. To this day, I still smile at that mystery. What was truly odd, and awkward at the same time, was how arousing the whole scenario. ” She responds in delight.Slowly pushing two fingers into my dripping core I slowly guide them in and out. Here voice becoming quite for a moment as I keep plugging my fingers deeper and deeper. My thumb circling my clit as temptation takes over and I add another finger deep inside of myself. My breathing blowing into the phone as I soft moan slips out.“Babe? Your touching yourself aren’t you.” She giggled in my ear whispering again softly.“ You want kitty, to tell you a story?” She moaned in. " Mrs. Smith said. "Use some napkins so it doesn't get messy in here."Then my spanking started again as Jill stroked my penis and balls. I couldn't help it, but soon I was squirting my cum into the napkins. I was feeling both the pain from the spanking and the pleasure from having just cum."Clyde, I will now release you from the ladder, and I want you to get dressed back in your lounge pants." Mrs. Smith said. "Remember to put your suit and all of your spanking stuff back into your bag. .