It’s at bursting point again before another fanny fart relives the pressure inside me.“Sam happy” he says to meSam pulls that monster cock of hi... out and I feel like I am left with a gapping hole, unsure even if my fanny lips will ever shut again. I feel a stream of cum flowing freely from me and stem the flow with my hand as I run to the toilet. I sit looking at my hand; all covered in my grandsons sperm hanging in long strings from my fingers while my fanny empties of it warm creamy. For Angela had a dark secret. Throughout her school days she had watched others getting spanked over the knee in junior school and then slippered, strapped and caned in senior school and she had later re-lived these memories in her bedroom at home, placing herself in the ‘starring’ role. When she had been younger she had just had a warm glow but since her early teens she had discovered the excitements of a hand inside her knickers while running the sequence of events through her mind. Of course. They wanted to wait. They even tried to wait.The problem was that, without that “appropriate” stricture in there, with the understanding that the word is tied to the general norms of the society in which one lives, their “stunted” romance began to evolve again almost immediately.They weren’t aware of it, at first. It’s likely that was because both felt such immense relief at not being driven every minute of the day to fantasize about having sex with each other. But a survey of people in. Semine told me that they'd never been that close when they were younger.Eddie — who was of course assigned to our department, seemed to be both fascinated and perplexed by Liz. As I've said before there always has this air of chaos around Liz, she still liked to play the dizzy blond all the time. But at the same time she'd amply demonstrated to everyone that she was not the fool she acted and she had her finger very firmly on everything that happened in the department. I think Eddie couldn't.