This time I spanked sideways so that I would connect with Stacy’s admittedly very shapely little ass. She had a tight athlete’s ass, and when she ...lenched her cheeks, it was like looking at two perfect half-circles of bronzed, hairless flesh without a single blemish besides the red marks from the caning she received.“Three, thank you, Sir!” Stacy seemed to like that last spanking and even backed into the next one.Juliette reminded me that this was just a physical exercise in enduring pain.. I was bored, so I still kept talking to him. As the hours, and then days went by, we found that we had much in common. Food, books, movies, whitewater-rafting, was there anything that we didn’t click on? We kept remarking on the intensity of the connection that we were beginning to form. Should we let this go any farther? I couldn’t resist him. We began exchanging phone calls, me at home, he at work. We shared our emotions freely, no longer afraid of that invisible wall that computers. Her big white shirt was a huge tube top. I had not seen that on a woman in quite some time. She was a sexy cougar on the prowl wearing that top.Her big fat puffy nipples stretched the front of the white tube top. I was praying she take it off next. She pulled on the side but could not get it off. Valerie dropped her right hand in front of her bathing suit. Her big breast fell down in the cold air. "Can you help? I have seem to grown since I put this on this morning. I took the tag off before. I was so close, so very close. That’s when the bus stopped, when it did we lurched forward which drove his two fingers right up inside me, much further than before. The feeling was exquisite and all I needed was a final thrust, one last touch, but it wasn’t to be, my brother’s hand had left my body because the doors to the bus had opened. I sat back again, still on the very brink of a massive orgasm, and tried to look composed as a torrent of people began pouring onto the bus. The bus was.