‘If Bronwyn says no, think about the sister.’ I couldn’t stop thinking about Gwen. But I had wanted Bronwyn. I still want Bronwyn. Or do I? Has ...er response to my proposal changed my attitude to her? Perhaps it has. An answer of ‘No, not yet’ would have been easier to accept than the apparent ‘I don’t know’. There was no one at work I would want to discuss it with, and anyway, none of them knew Bronwyn or Gwen. My other male friends from the pub would probably suggest fucking them both and. Her screaming is earsplitting. The pain inside her indescribable. She begs again please, no, dont do this to me but finds he fucks her harder in response. He is in heaven, the old baggage of a wife hadnt felt this good for decades! Of course hed tried tying her up and raping her too, but instead of fearing him like a woman should do, shed left him. When was the last time hed had sex? Years, literally. and then this gorgeous leggy girl had run into him. And shed been so eager for recognition. Traffic was fairly light as we wheeled our way closer to the city, the butterflies in my stomach intermittently giving way to a feeling of erotic excitement. My mind raced through a myriad of scenarios for how the evening was going to turn out.The store clerk barely lifted his eyes from his book, as we made our way into the theatre. The place hadn't changed a bit since our last visit. My eyes quickly adjusted to the darkened theater as hubby lead me towards the front row seating. The seats. I grab them and pull them up on your back where I can hold them with my free hand. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!"I'm sorry, David! I'm sorry!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!Your ass cheeks are beginning to turn rosy."Now half of these clothes will need to be ironed again before you can wear them!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!"Owww, oww! I know! Oww! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" you beg."I don't think I am making enough of an impression on you, Karen." I reach over you and take your hairbrush off of the dressing.