Rachel was Caroline's mother and his teenage wet dream. His parents liked her but thought of her as the mother of one of his playmates. Now they had t... start thinking about her as their daughter in law. In fact more as one of his two wives.Just then the doorbell chimed, Allan put on his robe, and went to answer the front doorbell. The messenger handed him an envelope addressed in his mother's handwriting. It was addressed to Rachel. He did not open it, if Rachel wanted him to know what was in. She buries her tongue between them and licks them furiously. She then moves back up to the cock she so desperately wants to pleasure. She begins sucking it again with her hot lips clamped around it, she strokes it gently up and down. As she becomes more excited by the feel of his cock in her mouth and the juices that flow from it, her strokes become faster and more intense. He begins to moan a little stronger and move with her strokes as to bury his cock in her throat. With each stroke that she. As I continued to spank, her pink bottom began to redden. I paused again. My hand was beginning to sting and burn too. I wiped my fingers on the fabric of my miniskirt for a moment before reaching over to the kitchen table and taking an old wooden hairbrush out of my purse.Elizabeth raised herself up on her fingertips, twisting backward to see what I was doing. Her eyes widened as I raised the brush over my head. Crack… “Ow!” she yelped, biting down on her lower lip. Crack…Whack… Snap…. Can I get it out?" No!" Yes!" Bryant and Trevor both over-rode Martin. It wasn't a desire to see Martin's member but rather a chance to see just what Maureen would do."Come on Martin. It's only a little thing -- to ask." Trevor laughed at his own joke which made Martin think more closely about Elena's comment. Maureen had expected it to be smaller. Why?"That looks as nice as it feels. Anyone else want a feel?" Elena mischievously grinned at Bryant and Trevor."No!" insisted Martin. He wasn't.