He continued drawing back and striking my ass with his hand keeping to his pattern of left cheek, right cheek, left cheek, right cheek... feeling my a...s getting warmer and warmer and my pussy getting wetter and wetter. i couldnt see it but im sure my ass was turning a really pretty shade of pink and quickly moving toward a bright red color.he continued his pattern of smacking my ass and it was actually starting to hurt. my little cries and whimpers echoing through the room now along with the. I worked through the secondary tasks and then got on to the love letter. The words just flowed and flowed and when the teacher told us 5 minutes to go I was able to finish with a flourish and hand my papers in with some confidence. I walked home thinking about that letter and suddenly stopped with a gasp. ‘Oh my god, did I.. Oh no,’ I used some of the erotic phrasing I had tried in my last published story. What would the teacher think. I spent the weekend on tender-hooks half expecting my. " "Well," Freddie paused to clear his throat, a nervous habit endemic to his species, then started again. "Well, not much, really, she's just doing something with her hands. No, wait. Now she's holding this thing. I swear, it looks like an albino snake." Bronson sensed he was being given the business. "Bullshit." "No shit," insisted Freddie. "She's doing something to it with her hands and it's gotten bigger. What the...? Okay, I'm not making this up, I promise. But she just bent over and slid. A few minutes had past so I thought I would go to where I told her to go to make sure she found it ok and when I got to the area I saw her bike and I parked up and climbed the hill I told her to and as I got to the top I saw her on her back naked legs open and her hand on her pussy rubbing it I could see she was reading a story and it was turning her on. her pussy was glistening in the sun light she was soaking wet and my cock was bursting out my leathers.I finished climbing the hill crept up.