In a few minutes, he pulled back and whispered in her ear “If you don’t stop that I’m going to cum.”“I want you to cum for me. I want to fee... it. Go ahead Alan, cum for me.” And with that, she had a handful of steaming hot man goo. She thought to herself how glad he was a “dribbler” and not a “shooter” so she didn’t have to deal with a cum splat on her dress. But she was also a little disappointed he came so quickly because her pussy was telling her that another fuck session would have been. But she had always been a benevolent ruler. The house was always filled with love. I now needed to see if I could seduce her into actually making love to me. Don't think it had never crossed my mind that my mother and Kate had been lovers. They were college room mates for three years. For two years they had lived off campus in a one bedroom apartment, with no other room mates. And after graduating together they had continued to be friends across the years and the miles. There had always been. ”“You have been very bad, so a spanking on your thighs and a caning, how many strokes?”“At least twelve and if I do not behave well during the caning, I should have extras.”“What does 'behave during your caning' mean?”“He said I have to stay still, relax my bottom, not reach back to protect my bottom, and push my bottom out for the cane at all times.”“That is very good advice to get the very best lesson from your punishment, anything else?”“He is going to inspect my bottom later to decide if I. Where does all this leave me on this particular Thursday, one month after Valentine's Day: daydreaming about the stockings on sexy women that surround me. It is hell, I am in the darkest corners of Hades. I look, I fantasise, but I can never touch; we have laws about that sort of thing. Some of the girls have moved on from their partners of Valentine's Day decadence, others have not, but the same short skirts and hosiery still teases me suggesting at the succulence contained underneath. I try.