Daft sod hadn’t a clue what he were looking for, so I had to peel her lips gently apart for a look see.“Mr Stephenson, please!” Lady Rochester p...otested.“Ah there it is our Bob,” I said, “One hymen, she’s pure lad.”“Can I fuck her dad?” Bob asked, “Only me cock feels like it will burst.”“Might as well lad,” I agreed.“Mr Stephenson.” Lady Rocester appealed.“Wait your turn!” I joked and Carstairs helpfully lifted Miss Rochester’s legs right up so her feet were beside her ears so Bob could get at. ”“Becca and you know it! Bad girls get their shapely bottoms spanked just like this and this! Too bad your baby brat 4ever, your fashion friends couldn’t see you now, bent over my knee with you little black dress up around your waist and your brown stained cotton panties around your ankles with your red fanny pushed up at me ever so nicely presented. I bet there’s more than one honor society member who’d just love to watch you getting this spanking you so richly deserve!”“I’LL BE GOOODUH III P. " she said, "and the more I thought of you, the more I wanted you." As I have thought of you," he replied.She set down the tea and began to undress seductively.He walked over to her, reached out and ripped open her blouse. Taking a breast in each hand, he squeezed as he pushed her against the wall."At Pima Mesa I came to realize you like it rough, don't you?" Yes," answered a breathless Miranda."And hard!" he said, his erection throbbing against her even through his pants."Yes!" See if this is. Time for a little five-finger sleeping aid.As I'd been single for my entire life, I watched my fair share of porn, but since I had started college it wasn't really necessary. I found recently that my imagination was more than enough, especially in the past few days. Thinking about it now, the idea of a ghost somehow manifesting to sexually please me was ridiculous. Still, those had been the hottest moments of my entire sexual experience. The way her head bobbed up and down, looking into my eyes.