Now I didn't jerk for effect, I spasmed in reaction to the slaps. They hurt! I bit my lip though, not wanting it to end until he was so hot that he'd ...ip off his shorts and impale me over the armchair right there. Finally a cry forced its way past my lips. He gave me three more good slaps, apparently enjoying each cry that ripped from me.To my utter disappointment he stopped then, but he massaged my buttocks for a while, pressing in the fire. Lying naked over his knee like that, feeling him. "A full ounce!" Oh My God" Chris exclaimed.I went to the closet and got my marijuana out. In fact it was about an ounce and a half in a ziplock bag. I held it up for Chris to see."My God; you've got nearly two ounces there" she said with respect.Chris had the look of greed, "five minute tit show and you can feel me up and kiss my nipples and breasts tonight only!"I countered, "I get to look at your tit's, feel you up and kiss and suck your boobs as much as I want! Everyday from now on." No way. She began to lick and suck on the glands. Jens' eyes snapped shut, and he sucked in a sharp breath of air. He was only a few moments from orgasm. Presea kept her mouth on Jens' cock head, still grinding her breasts into his shaft, her eyes titled upward to keep her eyes on him. He was moaning every few seconds, his eyes snapping shut and fluttering open in the same span of time. He was mere moments from orgasm.Presea smiled against his cock head before pulling her mouth off his cock, her tongue. Pierre," the owner of the local Fred Astaire Ballroom Dance Academy ("Let Us Show You the Astaire Way to Dance Success"), counts out the rhythm by loudly stamping the heel of his right foot in time to the music. Since, technically, it's a school dance, a certain number of the faculty is required to be present and Henry, the eight-grade counselor, has graciously allowed himself to be pressed into service as a chaperone. And since I can rarely bring myself to tell him "no," here I sit, looking.