With each squeeze of my ASS his COCK got harder and his BALLS seemed to tighten up. I couldn't even see down there as I was caught in his LIP LOCKED P...SSIONATE KISS. It was like he was sucking a COCK except it was my tongue. His DARK BROWN NIPPLES were ERECT and LARGE like that of a lactating mother. He had a large AREOLA around his NIPPLES and were drowned in sweat. His NIPPLES were pressed hard against my CHEST and they disappeared in my fat folds. He has a BROAD chest with PECS that were. "I call this place the Gateway because it's a Gateway to Outside," I murmured softly, lifting my craggy face to the light and pulling Christine's face and body to my own. Above us there was a hint of blue sky and the sound of children laughing and old ladies walking contentedly in a street.Christine followed my gaze, lifting her face to the light and I caught the glow in her eyes and the flush on her cheek. Her breasts were pressed against my chest, and, as she held them there, I was able to. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack!After a good few minutes my mother's bottom was glowing. I paused for a moment. God, I was hot! Why was my clit throbbing like that? I gritted my teeth. Now wasn't the time to be getting excited. Get on with it!It was time to move on to the serious part of her punishment. Almost with reverence, I picked up the large, flat-backed hairbrush that belonged to my mother. The exact one that she had so often used on my own backside! The one that had been bought just. For another couple of hours, I remain as people slowly leave. I stay naked. I have pleasant discussions with small groups, or individuals, who want to know how I feel about proceedings. "I love this sort of thing - being totally abandoned, vulnerable and wanton. I realise many people would feel humiliated or degraded. But I don't. I feel fulfilled. I have given in fully to my urges, I have not hurt anyone. If people are revolted in any way, they need not have stayed. These are behaviours one.