Needless to say we'd somehow got around to talking about some of the guys we'd each been with at various times, just comparing notes as girls do - and...I must admit, I was aware I was starting to feel a little bit horny just thinking and talking about some of the past experiences we'd been reminding each other about!I remember half-joking to Sarah, "If we keep talking like this I'm going to be feeling so horny that I know I won't be able to keep our pact!"She quickly replied, "Well, you should. I caressed her gently, tweaking her aroused nipple through her thin bra. She pressed her hips against my growing erection and moaned softly into my ear. Needless to say, we got out of the bar quickly and went to her apartment. The sex was even better than I remembered. Pam had so many orgasms that I lost count. At one point, she was cumming back to back, over and over, as I pounded her needy cunt really hard. Although Pam was now in her 50’s, her sexual appetite was still extremely strong. She. " The tone of her voice had been angry, but that last remark was deep, corroding, sorrow.I couldn't help myself. I sat down next to her on the bed, pulled her into my chest and wrapped my arms around her. She started to sob quietly. Her tears fell in such amounts that the front of my shirt was soon sopping wet. I stroked her hair, and murmured soothing sounds, not real words, just sounds. I had a sudden flashback of Annalise doing the same for me.Francine stopped crying, and lay with her cheek. ” He flashed a heart-melting smile at me. I chewed my lower lip. “What do I have to do?” I asked him. “Now that’s the right attitude!” He said. “First thing I need you to do is strip.” When I hesitated, he leaned forward and glared at me menacingly. “When was the last time you were spanked with a wooden spoon, Krystenah?” I quickly undid the button and zip on my skirt and shimmied out of it, remembering a harsh spanking my mother had given me once. I let the skirt pool around my ankles and.