Although he wanted to savor this first time with her, he was not going to stop, he could not. Her hands moved across him, cupped around his shoulders,...and reached up to thread through his hair. She lifted her chin, her head going back as she moaned while he moved in and out of her.The feeling of her hot, wet, velvet lips was beyond description. He felt her inner lips holding him as he moved back and then fold inward as he moved forward. When the speed of her hips grew faster, Jake knew her. Margie gasped. "Hello," she replied softly, with the sting of the slap still hurting her."Nice," he said admiringly as he took both of Margie's hands and held them out at arms length while he looked her up and down."I'll enjoy hurting you," and he gave her another sharp slap."Nice face too - pretty in fact. A pretty face is so lovely when it's contorted with pain. Yes, I'll really enjoy hurting you."Margie shivered but said nothing. It flashed through her mind that she could still make an. I bit my lip. In the chat, he'd told me he particularly liked a certain set of blue lingerie; I'd pretended I was wearing it for him, even though I'd stayed in my comfortable summer robe. I slipped back into my room, dressed in that lingerie, and then rubbed at my crotch, working some of the fabric between my lips to display a camel toe, making sure they were stained with my juices. And then I went back to my son's room, sneaking up behind him. As I stared over his shoulder, curious to see how. I gulped my drink down and shequickly refilled it. Then I gulped that down too."Get dressed Sissy."I quickly dressed and she kind of brusquely showed me the door. No kissgoodbye. Was she mad at me? Nothing about when to come over next time. Myass still hurt. Bad.I did not hear from her for about a week and a half. Agony.Finally she phoned me one weekday afternoon. "Hello?" Stevie?" Carmen?" Yes, dear it's me. I want you to come over for a visit tomorrow at 2pm.Will you do that?" Yes, Carmen, of.