Sofia stood to one side of me and I braced myself. The first smack landing in the middle of my right cheek, stinging but not that painful. The second ...ollowed it on my left cheek, a little harder than before. A tingle started between my legs as Sofia continued to spank my bottom, alternating between cheeks, always hitting the fleshy part of my buttocks. By the time she had done 25 strokes, I could feel a warm glow on my bum and between my legs. I was dying to put my hand between my legs and. I have some Vodka at my place if that is okay she said. Sure, let's go.At her place she said to make myself comfortable while she fixed the drinks, screwdriver's her favorite. As she was making the drinks, I came up behind her put my arms around her and started kissing her neck. She started moaning and whispered, it has been along time since a man has done that. She turned around and kissed me hard and long. Back in the living room we where making out hard and heavy. I put my hand up her shirt. It was just a tube with black ink and a floating multi-sided object inside with mumbo-jumbo written on it, all surrounded by a plastic ball painted to look like an eight-ball. It couldn't be actually trying to talk to him . . . could it? "Hey, ball. Who was elected president in 1996?" "Bill Clinton," was the reply. "Holy shit!" Jason gasped, nearly dropping the ball in the process. There was no way that "Bill Clinton" was entered onto one of the sides of the answer object. At least, Jason was. He yelled dude, what the fuck is wrong with you. Again I didnt reply, I just laid there until I fell asleep, it was around 2 in the morning so who wouldnt be sleepy. Then the irritation of being woken up by someone who youre mad at is unbelievable. Brian kissed my forehead and my right cheek, I felt like I wanted to get up and stab him in the throat. But the smell of breakfast made me just open my eyes to see him standing there naked as usual and again having the fancy tray with my favorite.