’. This turned me on further and I began increasing my speed.“oooohhhhh ………. Babe, that…. Feels so good ….. Please don’t stop……. I...want you. So much!” Hearing this I fucked her faster and harder. She was making sounds like … ‘Ahhhhh…. Oh yesssss… Keep fucking this bitch…. Tear my damn pussy….’.She then got onto her hands and we did it doggie style. I held her waist and also leaned into to grab her breast while pushing in. Then I lied on my back and she began to ride me. She was grinding me slow. She felt an erotic thrill as she wore it to breakfast, and purposely got a little flip with him. She then told him she hadn't gone by the house to get her mail, or filled out a change of address, but would attend to it sooner or later.Sensing her desire, Robert sent her for the riding crop. After twelve lashes, her ass was warm, and so was her sex. She left for work without her house keys, he would attend to the mail and anything else, and with an ass which glowed red and kept her warm through. She loved helping mewith a costume each year, and whatever she put together almost alwayswon the Halloween costume contest at the town fair. However, by agethirteen I had not participated in the contest for a few years, havingpassed the age limit. In some ways I think it made mom a little sadthat she no longer got to play dress up with me.But the year I turned thirteen the town's middle school announced itsfirst Halloween dance and costume contest. The thought of dressing upin costume. It was like camping, but on a double bed, and without the sound of crickets!The next morning, we all met up together and Claire and I went over the routine a few more times. We all thought it was going to be a nice change of pace from all the other dancer’s high-energy routines.I was secretly holding out that if we got to the finals, we would get to do our Jive to “Footloose.”Sarah, Claire, Annie, Kalista and I went down and handed them our music in plenty of time. They confirmed we were going.