He opens the door to me, and just as we'd arranged earlier, I get in and close the door.His hand falls to my stockinged legs and he leans over to kiss...me. I reach for his thigh and give it a squeeze. "Oh you smell good" he says, burying his face in my neck and hair, "Mmm we need to go somewhere nice.", he extricates his self from me and pulls the car away.As he drives, I'm just drinking it in, being Christina in my hot clothes and looking as close to beautiful as I can manage. Being Christina. I still kept my eyes closed the whole time but when I touched his huge cock member, I felt him jerk just a second and then he relaxed. I started stroking dads cock up and down and now we were both jerking each other off!We remained this way for several minutes when I felt him move again and this time even closer to me. The next thing I noticed was his hot breath on my cock and then his lips rubbing over the head. It was awesome feeling this and something about my own fathers mouth on my cock. They all agreed they couldn't imagine any bettering my tale of poor Debbie and her punishment.I thought that we were either an unlucky collection of women or corporal punishment was frequently used to punish girls during the fifties. I was wet down below and leaking profusely as the stories had excited me so much. My pussy was tingling when Mike, whom I fancied, related his wife's caning experiences with great relish.He mentioned that he was no longer with his wife but still got turned on when. The boulder that must have rolled down the mountain sometime in the distant past had partially sealed the opening of the cave. Dirt, either coming with it or from a later slide, had buried most of the boulder until it had become almost part of the cave, leaving only a narrow entranceway. He had positioned his pole barrier/gate just behind the rock, and with the barrier, coupled with the narrow entrance, he hoped that any large animal wouldn't bother trying to get in. Staring at the entrance and.