”I could tell she meant it, trying to understand my point of view. Though she was rubbing her ass all along my crotch as she talked which had the no...mal result.“Well, the monster accepts my apology. Do you forgive me?”“Yes, and if you keep that up, I’m going to drag you inside and we’ll have our own party.”She scooted into the passenger seat. “We should at least go for a little while.”I didn’t know if it was going to be fun, but I’d keep an open mind. Just cause I didn’t participate in the same. A few weeks ago he said if I couldn’t do better next time he would give me a spanking. He was sort of joking, but I had a feeling he might just do it. Anyway when I turned up for my next session, I had butterflies in my tummy. Perhaps it was all a joke and he’d forgotten about it. Of course I had no intention of letting him spank me, but, well it was an intriguing thought. He got me running on the spot, then skipping, then a cycling exercise laying on my back with my legs up in the air. I was. I love riding him. I lower my dripping pussy down his cock slowly, grinding on him when I have him in deep. His hands tightly hold my hips holding me down hard. He moves one hand to press against the top of my pelvis with his thumb firmly on my clit. I squirt cum down over him, running down his cock, over his balls. He groans. I start bouncing up and down on his cock, cum splattering every time I hit the bottom, splashing onto his chest. I place my hands on his chest and lift up, small bounces,. "Uh, well, no, we're still together," Michael managed to stammer out. "Jen was ... she was with a friend."Vince smiled slyly. "Yeah, well, she and that black guy were sure being friendly." Then Vince's face lighted up with realization. "Michael, are you and Jen — do you guys swing?"Michael decided it was best to tell the truth. "Listen Vince, here's the deal. Jen has a relationship with Gerard. This isn't for public consumption, so I'd appreciate it if you kept this to yourself."Vince laughed..