" Grace passed the papers to a boy behind her, quickly putting her attention to the list. Most of the names were unfamiliar to her: Sir Thomas Wya...t, Sylvia Plath, Dorothy Parker. One stood out to her--Walt Whitman. She quickly grabbed her things and walked for the door. Ben studied her as she had read the list, seeing her smile as she settled on a name. He was curious as to who she chose. He was also pleased at her genuine eagerness to get started.. I was pretty embarrassed because he couldn't keep his hands off me while we were there. He kept sliding his hands in places that shouldn't really be touched in public, but i let him and i wanted to fuck him too. We left the coffee shop and went off to look for somewhere more secluded. We found a quiet spot near a chruch, i wanked him off a bit then he asked for a blow job but i was too nervous about anybody seeing us so i chickened out. I also admitted to him i was in a relationship. He was ok. Slowly at first she tested the depths to which this monster of a shaft wold go to. Then her movement up and down the shaft increased as her pleasure increased. After minutes (another improvement) her movement up and down the shaft increased and she eventually climaxed with every throb of my exploding prick. We finally parted with semen streaming from her well oiled cunt.A few days after she had invited a couple of friends around for an afternoon coffee Lena and Shirl and I made my escape to. But you use just use one hand to pin me down and the other to continue to swat my ass. Between swats you say, “You. Have. Been. A. Very. Naughty. Girl. Today.” And with each word another swat. “Did you think I was going to let you get away with being a cock tease all day?” Again each word was punctuated with a swat on my ass; which by now was getting to be as hot and uncomfortable as the hood of the car. I mumble, “No.” You say, “What was that? I can’t hear you.” I says louder this time, “No,.