”Claire prompted gently. She was clearly the matriarch of the group from the way they all looked up to her. I looked around at the six of them and s...ghed.“You already know my story,” I told them. “If Mrs. Weaver is here, then she’s already told you most of it.”They looked back and forth at each other and then Belinda got it and gasped.“I don’t understand,” Claire said. “Melody hasn’t ever mentioned you.”I shook my head.“She’s told you her story, though,” I said. “Her husband. My wife. Same. "You forced mommy to do this, take your punishment. So let me inside your fuckin ass!” Her son nodded and with a sudden sickening pop her head sunk in.“I-I know it hurts, but I have needs too--you selfish bitch--you shouldn’t have hid from me.” Before he could respond she started thrusting violently, cramming the rest of her big cock inside; ruthless until she was able to bottom out. Finally, her cute little boy’s ass was hers! She thrust slowly, making her son’s big cock wobble; enjoying every. "Remember I told you that I belonged to a sorority when I was in college." Yes I do," I replied."Well in my senior year, I was in charge of keeping the girls in line by giving them a paddling on their bare butts. This was for anything from staying out too late to making poor grades. Now I believe you deserve to be paddled!" What are you talking about?" I asked."Well, I have repeatedly asked you to bring me gifts on special occasions. All I get are cute emails. Even on my birthday, I didn't. I met someone and yesterday we really clicked. I don't want to jeopardise that.''Oh David, I'm sorry, I didn't know.' She said and started to cry.'It's okay Petra, there's no way you could have known.'I stood up and pulled her up into a cuddle. I hate women's tears as I always feel either angry if I feel they're trying to manipulate me or guilty that I've somehow caused them. This was one of the latter so I tried to comfort Petra with a hug.Unsurprisingly we ended up kissing. Petra may have.