"I looked over and saw Christine crying and now leaning into me. Our emotions were on the surface and we started a real passionate open-mouthed kiss, ...ot caring that our mother was in the front seat driving home.When we arrived the car stopped suddenly. "Get out of the car and go to your rooms, both of you?" mom said.We both opened our doors and walked inside. I grabbed her by the hand and we held each other for a moment.Mom was coming in the house, "Upstairs, in separate rooms, please? Chop. Granny Mary was glad she brought her wooden backed hairbrush with her just as she did every time she spanked Sarah."Get out of the pool, young lady," Mary ordered.Sarah knew her Granny would come and scold her but then she always liked it when she was told off in public. She didn't even mind the guests watching as for Sarah being humiliated in front of an audience increased the degradation of the punishment.Sarah still blushed as she swam to the edge of the pool and slowly climbed up the metal. Part of it was her physical attractiveness. She was no supermodel, no movie star, but all the same she was a very attractive woman, one who just radiated simple magnificence. She looked like the personification of the proverbial girl next door, of the glowing church girl and Girl Scout who had grown up into an all-American beauty. The faculty dress code at Marks was fairly liberal and during those hot early-Autumn months I would see her dressed in shorts and frilly blouses, in knee-length. Stop? There was no way I could stop. Nature had taken control of my body. My cock was doing all the thinking and all it was thinking about was stroking her fine little pussy. The longer I did it, the more I wanted. She was making little bleating noises. Occasionally she would scream. ‘More Joe, more, please more, faster, deeper, faster, deeper,’ she chanted. She started trembling, then shaking. Her pussy clamped down on my dick in an attempt to drain it. I was determined to make her cum again.