He rested his hand on her leg and lovingly stroked her thigh. She tilted her head up and smiled at him.“That was amazing, honey. Just, fucking, am...zing. I can’t remember the last time I came that hard. I don’t ever remember your dad making me come like that,” Brady’s mom crooned. “Now, I have to have that cock of yours in my mouth.”Brady looked down at his cock. He had lost his erection in their down time and was now flaccid. He grabbed his cock and started to stroke it, trying to get. As she had suspected, the door was sealed, tugging or pushing on the stone handle had no effect. The walls of the room were smooth and bare, with no hint of a hidden entrance or route of egress.Finally she paused to examine herself. Her blue top was a little stretched, but basically undamaged. The same could be said for her shorts, although her belt was gone, as were her shoes. Gingerly, she reached down inside the waist of her shorts and felt between her legs. Aside from some soreness, her. “You do have a nice tight bottom to spank. No wonder she spanks you. You are now going to feel your spanking a lot more.” The hairbrush did sting a lot more this way. I was surprised because she also used the hairbrush to spank my upper inner thighs. “Now you will feel this medium sized hairbrush.” She bent over and showed it to me. Then spank, spank, spank. By the way I was reacting, I knew my wife would love these hairbrushes. Spank, Spank, and Spank! “Now for the last and biggest one. It. He slid the blouse and bra back off her shoulder and down her arm - Jenny actually released her grip on Bill's neck to let him do it - and off over her wrist. Then the other arm, totally stripping her to the waist.George was watching this performance out of the corner of his eye while he explored the shape of my upper body. I began to get concerned when my sweater became partly unbuttoned and I felt his fingers on the bare flesh between my breasts. I was distracted between what was going on.