"You can't make me..." She was weeping by now.He smacked her hard three times in succession.Tears poured from her eyes, but not from the pain. Lynn di...covered she loved the pain, deriving a certain kind of inner rapture from it and from this came a certain willingness to explore the erotic area this handsome, well hung guy was opening up to her.'Does he know I really want to go along with this?' Lynn asked herself and then answered her own question. 'Of course he does, ' she thought and lowered. “What’s this sleepover?”“Leyla is spending the night at Kimmy’s house. I’ll be chaperoning them. Making sure they don’t get up to any trouble. Both her parents are out of town.”“Have it here,” my husband said, a twinkle in his eye. Was he thinking about Kimmy? She was an innocent thing. So demure and virginal. I’d ensure my husband had a taste of her pussy, too.“The girls don’t want our sons around.” I gave him a look. “This was set up before Leyla’s ... changes. I think it’s good if she. I am not sure why I bothered though, Graham put on scruffy shorts and a couple of vest t-shirts to guard against the slight chill in the air, and really made no effort at all for our last night. Suddenly I no longer regretted what had happened earlier, well maybe the unfaithfulness I regretted hugely but not the orgasm I experienced. My mind was full of such contradictions.Dinner was as strained as usual, we couldn’t go to an upmarket restaurant because of what Graham was wearing and Graham was. So close that her left breast brushed his face a couple of times.Lucky k**. The people in front and below us turned around to stare at her breasts bouncing. They would have had a fantastic view.I started groping her breasts again, pinching and pulling on her nipples very hard. To the point where she was started to drip milk from her breasts. Not a stream of milk but a constant drip. I'm not sure if she noticed or not. It was quite common for her breasts to leak milk when she was aroused. I then.