But she couldn’t imagine him finding her sexually appealing and dropped her hands to her sides and decided to dress for bed. —- It was one night a...ter classes had ended for the day that she was proven wrong unexpectedly. Damon had not modeled for her class, much to her dismay for the last two weeks. His absence bothered her. As the rest of the class packed up and left she still sat on her stool, charcoal pinched between her fingers. She didn’t realize how long she had sat as she stared at a. With that unanimous vote behind me, I called on AI."AI, please transport all four of us so that we can get a look at the available spaceship."No sooner said than done. The next moment, we were standing beside a four-man space fighter that was beyond anything we knew of. The hatch was open so that we could get inside. Everything was very close to optimum size for our bodies, so the hard part was done.The four action stations consisted of a pilot, a weapons supervisor, an engineer, and a vessel. The sound of the slaps filling the room. The nymph wriggled, her little gasps growing louder and more frequent as the spanking reddened the pale skin of her behind.Slowly Teluri increased the force of her blows. She struck each cheek in turn, moving up and down, bringing a red glow to all the exposed skin and striking with a little more force where the leafy panties gave protection. After forty slaps she paused. She could feel Clarissa’s chest rise and fall, her breathing rapid. She gently. As she cooked the meal; Joan could not help but wonder why that kiss had affected her so; she reasoned that even a similar kiss from her husband did not excite her cunt like that kiss had done. This led her to wondering if a kiss from Robert could do that; how she would feel with a kiss from James; even worse flashed through her mind when she thought what the kiss would have felt like if they had used tongues and not just contacted lips. As they sat and ate their meal in silence; she kept.