A stinging pain against my bottom, and the deafening crack of something smacking against my perky ass. The flesh jiggles slightly, and I cry out in su...prise and mixed pain. Crack! Again on the other cheek it echoes out, leaving what I'm sure was a distinct mark of the paddle. "Hello?" I call out, though no one answers. My back arched, and I'ma aware of the cool breeze again. My nipples are pressed out from my breasts, hard as tiny diamonds. I swallow and try to speak again as strong, muscular. When the "G" left to take Brian home, we all missed his energy, happy-go-lucky personality, and playfulness. Beth Ann rode back with him to take him clothes shopping. He was outgrowing everything. I even gave him a bunch my clothes that I rarely wore, which he loved, because he thought my clothes were a big part of getting so many women to want to be with me.Like everything, this leisure came to an abrupt end when my special phone rang.It was the Judge. "Carl, Hussein looks like he's getting. There was a roar of laughter as I was let down to a standing position. A few pats on the shoulder from my immature friends as I wheeled around to figure out whose hand had just tucked me in. I spun into the soft chest of the chubby girl who was wearing a big smile and no obvious sign of embarrassment. I do not know what sort of perfume she was wearing. She smelled so good that I fumbled for a moment and simply said thank you. She was wearing a cat costume. Not the kind of super slut cat. Greg and I chatted about swinging while kissing and letting our hands roam. Greg was rubbing my tits and squeezing my nipples. I stopped him for a moment and then stood up. The confusion on Greg’s face was obvious. I slipped my hands under my skirt and slid my thong off. As I sat back down my left hand settled on his crotch while my right hand I took ahold of Greg’s hand and moved it under my skirt while my. Greg wasted no time finding my very wet pussy lips with his fingers. I moaned deeply as.