Paul then went on to raise Monica as a single dad. As for myself and my two brothers, we watched our mother go constantly in and out of rehab. Grandma...took good care of us , making sure we saw as little of our mother's troubles as possible. And no matter what, the three of us had each other. We were inseparable and always had each others' backs. My little brother Shane was five years younger than me. He was a stereotypical jock: always playing football, baseball, basketball, you name it. And he. They both gave a low moan of delight as Malcolm moved his body closer, slowly pushing all eight inches into her. He reached around her to cup her 36C breasts and Caroline arched her back, groaning in contentment as her husband’s hips began slowly moving, pistoning the two-inch thick cock in and out of her cunt. Reaching between her legs she began to scratch the underside of his cock as it moved between her legs, and to flick her thumb across her clitoris. When Malcolm began to pinch and twist. I could still hear him, but what I didn’t expect was for those words to arouse me and they did. Riding him like that allowed me to concentrate on what my body wanted. I bounced frantically on him and, then slowed and stroked my hips gently across his, pulling sharply upward at times to stimulate every part of my pussy. Suddenly I felt the delicious shock of a harsh smack across my bottom and I sighed my approval. More slaps rapidly followed until the soreness of my bottom cheeks competed with. Hoffman spoke slowly, watching her reaction. She looked nervous, but not defiant, anxious and a little embarrassed."No sir, that's not what I'm thinking." Mercedes couldn't look Dr. Hoffman in the eye. She was hoping he would figure out what she was trying to do. She had heard stories from the other young women at the school that Dr. Hoffman gave out real punishments, spankings, and maybe even the cane to students who misbehaved. Mercedes wanted just that kind of punishment. She had played.