K across her lap and Mrs. K could hardly argue after the hand spanking that she should not be spanked with a hairbrush given that it was so clearly st...ted in her diary that she had been.So, intent on making sure this was going to be a very memorable spanking, she raised the hairbrush and brought it down with a loud thwack on Mrs. K’s far bottom cheek and watched as her cheek surrendered even more readily than it had to her hand. She then proceeded to spank the hairbrush down on alternate bottom. It made her look innocent again, like when she had first appeared in the room. "Can I call you sometime?" I asked her. I had to take the chance; her cunt was just that nice. It was well used and she sure knew what to do with it. I wanted a chance to explore that further. "Yeah, sure. I'll write down my number for you." She fished through her pants pockets and produced a scrap piece of paper. She wrote her number on it and her appartment number. She gave it to me and turned to go. "Wait a sec,". "No... but there are horse and foot trails. Some of them date back to the eighteen-hundreds. You can cross them even, if you are very brave. The hunting up there is fabulous... better than any place in the Territories." Wow, I'd sure like to ride up there... I'll bet the scenery's fantastic!" exclaimed Ginny, standing on the jeep's fender for a better look. "I sure wish I'd brought my camera. I left in such a hurry this morning, I forgot all about it." Don't worry about getting pictures," said. I believe you both knew him?"Well, yeah!" He was June's boss. You shouldn't lack for suspects, Cook. The bastard created cuckolds faster than rabbits can reproduce. You should be looking for a jealous husband, or maybe even an entire platoon of them," I chuckled, feeling no sadness over the death of my wife's late employer.No one else even cracked a smile. June's face was whiter than I had ever seen it and tears were forming in her eyes. Cook just nodded slightly as he studied my face. Except.