Theres wine in the fridge, she called from behind the closed door. Help yourself. What about you? I asked. Ive got mine, she replied. Fran was not wha... you would call a good drinker. She got a bit giddy and flirty. In the past I might have been uneasy with that, but for some reason I felt tonight might just be different. I took my drink and stepped onto the balcony. The late summers sun was starting to descend and a warm breeze passed. I turned and there was Fran! She was clad in a pale blue. ” Her slumping motion had caught my attention and I couldn’t help from dropping my eyes to her midsection. She was wearing loose fitting shorts and the smooth skin of her thighs looked oh so tempting. Realizing I must have been staring I jerked my eyes up only to find out I had been caught.I was surprised that she didn’t say a word or act concerned, but I did notice she raised the corners of her mouth – almost like a small grin – as we continued talking. As hard as I tried, I simply couldn’t. They carried on down the top of each boys leg right down to just above the knee, so they spanked hard the delicate back of his thighs and enjoyed the louder gasps those spanks always drew. After that they crossed over to the other leg, starting just above the knee knowing her sons hated those spanks to the back of their legs the most, then continued right up to the top of their other bottom cheek. They landed about 60 spanks by the time they had covered both sides of their bottoms and legs.. “First, though it’s not what I was originally going to ask, you agree to have your fling with Violet!”“Which you assumed I was very likely to do anyway,” I replied. “Though I’m still not sure. What’s the second condition?”“That after we each have our fling, you and I spend an entire day in bed, making love. You show me every possible way we can love each other physically. Either the first time for the rest of our lives, or the last.”“Nothing like making it dramatic, Lissa,” I replied.“But it’s.