Miss Holmes ordered, “Six hard strokes, Lara, or else you get caned when you get back.”Lara wasn’t expecting that threat and had intended giving...much lighter strokes. She said a quiet, ‘Oh.”Emma heard the concerned sound, and, as quietly as she could, said, “Do it, Lara, for both of us.”Lara gasped at the comment and knew it was said with love. “I will,” she whispered, adding, “Sorry my love.”Emma gasped at Lara’s so loving comment. ’My love. My love, she kept thinking over and over.Lara then. His Gina was none too happy with the whole deal and he was lucky his Uncle Vinnie stepped in to save his ass.He made his way up the stairs to 304 making a mental note to use some extra cleanser on the second floor landing of the North building because some kid had spilled chocolate milk syrup all over it and it looked just like dried poop.Mrs. Aristopolous answered the doorbell on the fourth ring just before he was getting ready to leave thinking she must have gone out to the store."Yes, what. Feeling the silken texture of the babydoll nightgown I could not but fail to luxuriate in the feeling of this feminine material against my skin, particularly how the material felt against my sensitive tits.I made my way to the kitchen and started to prepare a wonderful breakfast for my beautiful lovers, the menu would be fresh squeezed orange juice, French style omelets and crepes (thin French style pancakes) drenched in melted chocolate. As I preparing the ingredients and mixing the batter for. I replayed our encounter like a movie in my head. I heard his voice asking me to show him, it was so erotic the way he watched me as I tickled my clit with my vibrator. As I imagined his long warm finger sliding inside me, I slid my right hand down my body to my pussy. It was so hot, engorged, wet with both our jizz. I pinched and twisted my left nipple in an effort to duplicate his touch while I found my clit and rubbed it, slowly. Images of what his cock looked like sliding in and out of my.