In the den the wives and lovers sat, hands on each others' thighs, lipsfrequently meeting, while they snapped at the husbands, threatened them,and mad... jokes at their expense. That went on for about two hours andthen it was time to move to the main bedroom and the guest bedroom,except that this time everyone went to the larger space. Gina and Jenwere immediately nervous. Any change in routine tended to mean troublefor them. When they got there one of the guys wanted to know ifsomething he. She was doing pretty well until we got to year seven, when she developed hiccups. I stopped and let her recover."Thank-you Sir ... That was six!" and she got back over my knee.I continued. I was not hitting her anywhere near as hard as I could, but she had received enough by Year 11 --for those who ran out of toes that's 66 swats-- that she was in serious distress. I decided that was enough for the night.She had tried not to complain the whole time, but there was an occasional "ouch" and some. OK?”Keith then rolled over so that he was now facing this fun little girl. He kissed her on the lips again - she had such luscious red lips he thought, just made for lots of kissing - then said in reply, “That sounds like fun to me.”Keith next spun his body over the top of the girl so that his groin was pointing down into her face and his own face was hovering right over the top of all that lovely, red, thick pubic bush. Keith had been looking forward to the moment when his lips and tongue. A big TV at a corner adjacent to which big sofas were there where 6 people can sit comfortably. Liquor bottles at one corner, an ashtray on the table but it seemed like it’s been months it hasn’t been touched, ashes overflooding from it. He showed me his room, which was 2 sharing with separate beds. Even it was a big sofa, it was filled with small stuff like cigarettes, lighter, matchbox, some papers, a couple of underwear, and a wet towel. So I made a place for me to sit on the sofa.He gave me.