It was Caren's scent as well as a subtle combination of naivite and guile that gave her an artless compatability with me. Last night was great; it was...amazing. I didn't have to curl up in mortification that my cock wimped out. It didn't. It responded like a teenager's cock meeting its first set of lips. I didn't have to think about it. I just let things flow. I just let my instincts out again and it felt awesome. It's no wonder I was feeling good.Visiting my mother turned any vestige of my. Marcia felt the eighth stroke bite into her bottom and again threw her head back and let out a loud yelp as she wiggled her bottom and raised her leg again all in an effort to cope with the ever-increasing stinging pain. It never worked, but, equally, she was not able to stop herself showing the reaction that she did. Having said that, she knew that all of the inmates reacted in the same way when they were caned.Assistant Governess Stanton focused as she brought the came down for the ninth and. In Troy the resident physician, after hearing Natasha, sent us to buy a pregnant test, and oh heavens, the test was positive. Then all the hell fell upon my head. After the news Natasha in shock started giving me the silent treatment; I was the guilty one, we both had made love, but it was me who had the guilt of the pregnancy. The return to the ranch was hell; she became a statue of ice, cold, distant, no answering me when I spoke to her. All of a sudden I was reminded of her, my mother,. Her name was Eleanor and she was my wife's grandmother. She had lived with my wife and I since losing her husband in an industrial accident about 4 years ago. Earlier in the week my wife had been called out of town on business and would be gone for a few days or even a week. As I had to work I naturally had to stay home, as did Eleanor. When I came home the first night after my wife left, I headed for the shower to clean myself up and also to relieve some of my tensions while I was there. I.