She might as well be sculpted in marble were it not for the straight red lines that kept appearing with every swish - and the blood that was seeping o...t of some of them. Strong armed Felicity continued efficiently to punish her, flaying her for the latest in a string of serious disciplinary offences. But, despite her outward calm, Roberta's foul mouthed inner reaction to each lash was such as would turn the air blue if she were to give verbal utterance to what was passing through her. . I approached her bedside, and, looking down the length of her body, I came back up to her eyes and simply said: "Need some help?" A moment of doubt, or apprehension, seemed to flicker across her face before she simply nodded. No words, just a brief nod of her head. I took off my tee shirt, and slipped my boxers to the floor, releasing my cock, which was now at half mast and rising. Pulling the pillow from between her legs, I slipped to the foot of her bed and began trailing kisses up between. She squealed and said, "Whaaat?", but then giggled as I carried her into the bedroom. I placed her on the bed and quickly shucked out of my swim shorts and t-shirt, and laid down next to her. We embraced and kissed as I ran my hand over her magnificent ass.Amy rolled off, smiled, and began stroking my member. She had soft and very skillful fingers, and I enjoyed her stroking for a good five minutes. Finally, she stopped and chuckled."I wanted to make sure you're not one of those premature. There, as the rusty rails seemed to run almost forever, finally converging at a curve far, far down the track, the top of the rail sparkled in the sunlight where the rust had not been allowed to form because of the trail wheels. In the middle of one of the sparkling rails was a silver and red item, about six inches long. Focusing my eyes I realized it was a harmonica. Getting up off my knees I took a step or two closer, squatted down and looked at the harmonica. It was old, obviously used a.