The initial slaps with his hands made me wriggle in an attempt to get away from the intensity. At times Daddy’s hands hurt worse than any implement....He grasped me around my waist and pulled me closer as he smacked my ass hard. My moans morphed into cries. I understood he meant business and I took my punishment even though it stung like crazy. My body started to feel hot as sweat broke out behind my knees and neck. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” I cried as the last few blows fell. Daddy pulled me up and. ”“Oops, I forgot. Any other interesting people we’re missing? What about Lucas?”I shrugged. He seems pretty dedicated. I don’t know whether you can divert his attention from the job at hand.” I glanced off in the direction where I suspected Lucas was watching the shoreline – and us.“Will he be flying back with us or going commercial?”“Usually, he comes back with me.”“Well, maybe Cindy and I can introduce him to the Mile High Club.” She gave me a teasing glance, but I could tell there was a. I don't want you to come too quickly and although I don't want to, I stop, and replace my tongue with my fingers, exploring your insides, searching out the ribs of your G Spot and slide ever so gently along your slit to where I can tip your pucker, feel the muscles twitch to the rhythm of my tongue. Dirty girl.I need to fuck you now. I can't wait any longer. I move in behind you and run my cock over your lips, front to back, running the tip across your hood, a few strokes of clit fucking. You. Bridgette’s hand went to Karen’s, forcing her fingers down a little lower, to Bridgette’s soapy slit and prominent clitoris, which was already peeking out from under its hood of skin. Karen lightly brushed the very tip of her finger across Bridgette’s erect button, which caused Bridgette to shudder from the pleasure coursing through her body. ‘God!’ exclaimed Bridgette. ‘God!’ Karen giggled. ‘God?’ she asked. ‘Oh, geez, you know what I mean, Karen. I never felt anything like that. Is that what.