Not a punch at someone. Not a chop or a clout or a thump or a kick. Not even a clip around the ears.“Down to a ‘slap’. “Yes, yes, yes. One...could always argue that a slap is assault.“But what if, for argument’s sake, the ‘slap’ is a consensual slap. “In other words, one that is deemed to be an appropriate response to a particular behaviour. “By BOTH parties. “What I am talking about here is a real, dyed-in-the-wool, consensual punishment. One that is expected. One that is known and. “I see you haven’t dumped this kid,” Dave said as he gave Jenny a hug.“No, I decided to keep him,” Jenny said.Gayle came out from the back of the shop. She greeted us and then showed us to a table. Rob and I ordered coffee. Jenny and Kelly asked for one of the fancy coffee drinks listed on the blackboard behind the counter.Dave brought our beverages to the table. Gayle joined us.“So, are you going to come up and see me marry Jenny?” Rob said.“You bet we are. I wouldn’t miss your wedding for the. It couldn't have been more like fucking if they had been in a bed. Just when he was about to blow his load all over, they turned into the farm drive and the truck rolled to a stop."There," said Jean, "that wasn't so bad, was it?" I thought it worked out perfect," his mother said. She turned on his lap, grinding her ass against his hard cock, and slowly slid out of the truck to the ground, her dress sliding up until her panties were just peeking from underneath. "I don't think Rick minded a bit.. Her hands, that fluttered over her body from clitoris to neck and then to her dark nipples. The way those contractions of her pussy gripped me as she slipped off me and then relaxed as she impaled herself on me. The look in her eyes as she looked down at her captive and spent all her lust on herself without sharing an iota of the passion. It was use and abuse, not passion and love in those almond eyes.This orgasm was not frantic. When she came it was a slow wave of emotion, lust and power that.