Beth faced him, pale and plump and oh, so bare, and began to dance naked before him. "Now," she whispered, and he took his aching cock in his hand and...began to stroke it. She crouched low, her bare, lovely feet wide apart on the carpet, and humped her broad, curvy hips at him in a sensual rhythm that was at once graceful and lewd. Her big breasts swung and wobbled, bare to her wide pink nipples. Paul moaned and pumped faster. "I did this last night and pretended you were here," she said softly.. A cribbage board went flying, and some pegs were lost forever!"The weird thing was moving back through the darkened house to my own bedroom. Through the kitchen to the hall to the bedrooms. What stopped me was the wide doorway into the livingroom. A low lamp was on in there.Lynne was in there. She was on the one sofa where she couldn't possibly see me. I could see her just enough to see what she was doing. I could hear what she was doing. It was like she couldn't sleep and had gotten up to read. What, about ten or fifteen years at least?" Yeah, about that. Last time I saw you, it was at your house on Spring Road in Station Island. I stopped by there a few weeks ago and, well I found out you had moved way back. I tried looking your number up in the phone books, tried the people search on the Internet, but kept coming up empty. I remembered that you were, and I guess you still are, married to Rick Olsen's cousin. I stopped by the police station to see him, but they said he retired a few. It works after a fashion. In the morning we'll all piss all over that back It'll hurt as bad as the whipping, but it'll do your stripes a power of good. Nasty but effective. It's an old remedy in these parts. Don't worry, you'll soon smell bad enough anyway after working all day, just like the rest of this stinking shower! Why are you here? You're a foreigner, aren't you. You don't talk Russian that badly but you aren't one. I should know, I was born in St Petersburg."Sveta carried on licking.