” “I’d like to see that.” We continued to kiss for a while. I was rubbing her tits and pussy and she was stroking my cock. Before long she was...wet and begging me to fuck her and I was hard as a rock and leaking precum. I asked her if she was ready to take me and she spread her legs wide and said “I’ve been since last year.” I knelt between her legs and gave her pussy a lick or two and let my tongue work its way up her tummy, lingering for a while at her navel, then her tits. By the time my lips. He was supposed to melt, deeper into dreamlike relaxation. He could smell Cheryl: flowers, or strawberries? Arie couldn’t be sure. The scent was mild and sweet. Cheryl stood near the table, dimming the lights, rubbing oil into her hands. Arie could feel her heat on him. Enshrouded in his dark, lightless world, he imagined her warmth as subtle waves of orange that brushed his neck, shoulders, and cheeks. Arie couldn’t help but imagine Cheryl’s tight, round ass inches from his head, his face just. As he raised the axe up and swung wildly above my head, I ducked into a low spinning sweep kick to his legs, and knocked him to the floor. This time though, before he could recover, I knocked him out with a right fist in the left temple of his forehead. Afterward, I found some rope in the garage, and tied all three of them up together in the garage. Using the pawnshop owner’s own pocket cellular phone, I called the police, and told them that their bike thieves were captured, and waiting for. He then slowly rolled them down over my blonde pubic hair, down to my ankles exposing my young pussy to his gaze. Then he pulled me down to his lap. I would lay there with my bottom bared while he lectured me on what I was being punished for. Then his big hand started spanking my bare skin over and over again until I was crying uncontrollably. I have heard girls and women enjoy spankings and become wet while being punished but it was very painful and not sexually exciting at all. At least not.