I arch my back, spreading my legs as far as I can and running my hands lewdly over my crotch. “Fuck me!” I yell, hearing my throaty, needy voice l...ke that of a stranger, but they take their time coming closer. “Fuck me!” My demand turns into a plea. “Fuck me, now, please!” Then they are all over me, tearing at my clothes and pulling them away in shreds. Their fingernails scratch my skin, but I spur them on. I’m naked. My juices run down between my thighs and into my ass crack like a river. I’m. I felt so good as this was my first time. Even I moved a little forward pressing my dick very hard to her ass. Now I began to press her boobs very hard. Then I moved my hand down raised her dress and put my hand inside her panty. I was moving my hand over her bush and pussy. Now I was above her kissing on the neck and on the boobs. We still had our clothes on.Suddenly she whispered “Go close the door”. Her son was in the next room so she said to do so. I went and closed the door. When I was. Hell, there arethousands of females who would kill to look as good as Phyllis does.Why can’t he just get over it?" Carol you are my daughter and a gifted surgeon who graduated numberone from med school. How can you be dumber than a stick of butter aboutthis? He is your husband, not a lady. You have always been reluctant toexcept responsibility for your mistakes. Besides, miss smarty pants,Phil could not tell you about the clothes and the trunk ??" that wouldfall under doctor ??" patient. "Well, I had trouble with my grades in high school, and Mrs. Jones helped me out. So I also have been spanked by her."Now I really became interested in Carol's life. "Tell me more!" I said."With her help, I was able to graduate from high school with honors, and I also did very well in college. She has helped me to become what I am today. Now that I am a co-owner of a business, she has taught me the other side of discipline. Mrs. Jones has helped me take control of situations, and also.