..They never gave me much time or warning, and I felt the first stroke of the whip on my back...Ian always said a hit with a whip was like a kiss, but...they were more like little bites...The first four hurt like hell, but by the 6 and 7 I was already floating, the rest of the strokes only making my nice subspace higher. it was like floating, and felt like giggling. Before I knew it my mouth was took in an aggressive kiss, leaving me breathless . Before I could get my bearings I got another kiss,. ” She whispered to me as I slipped mytongue to tickle her enlarged clit. “That’s it! Oh,yes! Now suck on it fro me. Suck my pussy, Yvette.” I had her ass in my hands as I brought that lovelypussy to me, sucking on her clit as she thrashed about.She had her legs around me with her heels in my back asI felt her shoving her pussy faster to my probingtongue. I was making her so hot as she began to yell,telling me she was cumming as I continued to suck onher sweet pussy as. "I need to go to the house for a while, baby," Ronni said, standing. "Mizz ... uh ... sorry. Deb's here for a while. You'll be okay."Deb caught her for a hug before she got out the door. The door closed.Deb hit first. "Dave, are you SURE? She's such a sweet kid ... but SEVENTEEN?!?!?" Deb, I am sure. I watched her grow. The last couple of years, as she matured into a young lady, I prayed that time would warp and I could go back and find her. I never came on to her the whole time I chauffeured. Too much information, I know. But if you were thirty years older and not my son, I would be trying my very best to seduce you!"The next morning, Nicole emerged from her cabin still buzzing from her conversation with her son the night before.Trying to fall asleep that night, she couldn't stop thinking about Helen Forsythe and her son, with a mixture of disbelief and anger. Anger, for having broken her son's gentle heart, and possibly for having treated him as some sort of sexual conquest.She.