” Her hand tries to find it.“This might be easier without my shorts,” she whispers, and Mat is guilty when his dick begins to get hard.“You’...e probably right,” he says, though that’s all he says. After a moment of debate, Abby hooks her thumbs in her waistband and slips off her cotton bottoms. Now she's in nothing but her tight gray t-shirt and pink bikini underwear. Mat swallows hard.“How's that?” he asks when she starts again.“Good,” she breathes, touching the tender bundle of nerves she. Her skin rising in bumps as the cool air brushes over it. I smooth my hand over her arm, watching her nipples harden to sensitive tips. She licks her lips, watching me watch her and I wonder where the shy pixie from last night has gone, replaced by this seemingly uninhibited siren. Her hand smooths over my chest and down. I raise a sceptical eyebrow as her hand travels still further, tracing her fingers over the arrow of my hips, teasing my abdomen, just out of reach. I feel my cock jump just. "She's a fucking ice cube, too, if you remember." Why Rhonda, I think you asked me that question once before. I told you, it was all business with me.Rhonda did not know whether to believe her. "She's just your type." You're projecting," Laura scoffed. "Why, did you want to... get a closer sniff of her perfume?" God, it's heavenly, isn't it? I wonder what it is."Laura acted very distant. "I haven't seen her for over a month," she lied. "I can only vaguely remember it."Inside, she realized she. Also, as they landed each stroke, they got a measure of satisfaction watching the bare bottom cheeks surrender to the cane each time as they heard each loud thwack followed by the pained gasp, and just as surely the development of the red raised welt. The women shaking their heads with their eyes tightly shut and hissing in and out through clenched teeth was a given, but they still felt good as they witnessed it.There were lots of comments being made by those watching as the eighth stroke.