I told her I didn’t know if I could handle that as I was extremely jealous watching her with Phil last night. She said she understood and was sorry ... felt like that, but we weren’t in a relationship and she was s free woman, to do what she wanted and with whom she wanted.This devastated me and left her room in tears and spent the next hour or so in tears lying on my bed. Helen came in to my bedroom and laid on the bed to comfort me, we were both fully dressed, she kept asking what was wrong,. I alternated cheeks and was careful not to overdo it. She writhed and groaned with each slap, resting her face on the counter as I worked her over. "This for cheating on your boyfriend and letting me fuck you like this!" SLAP! "This is for leading me on and teasing me!" SLAP! "This"This is for being a dirty little slut!" SLAP! She squealed with each spank. My palm stung pleasurably as I punished her and her ass blossomed into a canvas of crimson handprints. "Fuck me, you dirty bastard!" she. He was now moving his hand up and down . . . more quickly on his stiff shaft as he watched Abby lean over and capture his sister’s breasts and nipples in her mouth. He watched his sister’s face contort slightly showing her excitement at being orally serviced.“I have been pretty honest about what I have done lately with Haley. Abby it’s your turn to tell me what you have done . . . sexually . . . with my sister.” Abby immediately turned red with embarrassment, and Mike knew they obviously had. Wally Wolf was not the kind of guy who looked like a threat to anyone. He stood around five-foot-seven, with short black hair and pale green eyes. He was quite skinny and looked like he might be a librarian or bookworm. He always wore cheap suits and sunglasses. Not exactly the kind of guy who looks intimidating. Yet he had been winning every contest he had ever been in. I’m a fierce competitor and I like to represent the ladies wherever I go. Yet I have never seen anyone like Wally. Wally Wolf.