As soon as I introduce him and she looked at him to shake his hand, she knew instantly, she was going to get her brains fucked out that night. He was ...ery tall, very dark, and his hand was so Big it swallowed her up as she coughed out a hello. After some chit/chat and pleasantries we invited him back to our house for another cocktail.Being summer we sat out in our inside out room with Samantha and Frank on the little couch with her wearing a halter-top and shorts, under which I knew she did not. Everything seemed fine, so I didn't worry.Mom spoke, "Pete, we have a problem. There is no place for you to sleep except on the couch. Can you handle that?" I guess so." I wasn't too thrilled with this, but hey, I was home."Pete doesn't have to sleep on the couch. I will. It is only right. This is his home."A thought struck me and I said, "I still have the blow-up mattress in the garage. I'll bring that in. I'm not getting into Ginger's bed." But then I thought, "I would like to." My eyes found. Such a curvy body, just the way I like it. I just want to grab your hips but I stop myself. My eyes are now gazing at the spot where I want my mouth to be. Freshly shaved I know how soft and smooth it is. You put your head under the water to wet your hair and I grab the soap to help you lather up. I rub the soap between my hands, working up a lather, and then cup your breasts. Your wet skin feels so slippery under the touch of my soapy hands. I work the lather all over your chest and make my. I got up and looked in the mirror. My bottom was bright red with deep red weal’s across it. Yet I knew my punishment wasn’t over. Mum knew I will have masturbated last night. She didn’t mind so much about that but always ensured my lasting memory was her punishment and not my masturbating. I didn’t get dressed but after going to the bathroom and getting washed and ready for work I went downstairs in to the kitchen, still naked, carrying my work clothes, conscious of my throbbing buttocks..