Women were quickly becoming just sex objects to me, and I thought another good spanking would get me back into the proper prospective.So I looked into...an alternative weekly paper called "Metro Pages". It had a large personal pages and it had a special section called "The Far Side", which dealt with various fetishes. I was surprised when I came across an ad that said, "SWF, experienced dom looking for naughty and bad boys/men for spanking/discipline. I will work with both novices and. She walked through the now-empty house to the small downstairs bathroom as I began picking up beer cans and empty glasses.She returned after a few minutes with a short t-shirt and sweatpants saying, "Alright, let's get this place cleaned up so we can get to bed."I knew what she meant, but to hear her say, "we" and "bed" in the same sentence involving me gave my imagination a spark. She held her hands above her head and pulled her hair into a ponytail in a move she'd done countless times in her. The sight of Tony’s beautiful long, thick dick disappearing again and again inside her beloved daughter’s perfect heart-shaped buttocks eventually caused an excitement of her female core that led her to climb onboard his muscular thighs. She rode his humping action like a shadowy stranger with needs and desires that surpassed her maternal instincts to bring her daughter’s posterior possession to a quick halt. Her own feelings of attraction toward her brother-in-law Tony’s were paramount in such. Suddenly all I could smell was her, and my mind raced to thoughts of how good she might taste and how badly I wanted to fuck her. She asked me to tell her all about our building project in France and I was only too happy to oblige, thinking that maybe it would stop me thinking about all of things I wanted to do to her. I told her of our building exploits and how hard we had been working and as I spoke she took my left hand in hers and turned it over to reveal the hard skin and blisters that.