Spreading my cheeks, she puts the tip of it on my asshole and starts to push deep into me. When it’s all the way in she starts pumping, slow at firs..., then, harder and faster until I cry out.“Oh, does that hurt? In just a few minutes you’ll really have something to cry about!”After a few more hard thrusts, she pulls it out fast, leaving me gasping for my breath. She walks over and picks up the paddle, smiles and looks at me while slapping her hand. Walking around to my ass, she places it on my. It was a fatal mistake for the two robbers!So many people think that guns are the only weapons, and they are always wrong. Jean was a master of two French forms of martial arts: Savate (a form of foot fighting) and Canne d'Arme (the form of fighting that used the walking sticks of the day.)The two thugs, with guns drawn, stood beside each other in the opening of the alley within easy striking distance of Jean's heavy walking stick."Hey, ya pansy, git in this here alley, or we'll drill ya where. ”“I love you too.”With that last sentence mom turned the water off. She pulled me out of the shower but didn’t bother to grab any towels. Instead he pushed me onto her bed. I laid down with my erect cock sticking straight up in the air. Without a word, mom climbed on top of me and straddled my cock. I watched in awe as she lowered her clean, bare pussy to the tip of my dick. Teasing the tip of my dick against her pussy she moistened my shaft. Then she spread her pussy against with one hand. I'd already realized I was going to have to suppress some of my own instincts while I explored this idea of Laura having an emotionally disturbing problem. I was willing to do that... but at the same time, I was offended by it. I had tried to search my soul but I could not, to save my life, figure out what I had done to deserve Laura's adultery. Yet it seemed I was doing most of the "bending" here. Still, I had to keep Alyssa's welfare fixed firmly in the center of everything I did. I would.