I was moaning and mumbling non-stop now. My breasts were swaying back and forth in time with the pounding Troy was giving me. My nipples were rubbing ...n the sheets, adding another point of stimulation and further intensifying the feelings that were rocketing through my nervous system."So fucking goooood. Sooooooo gooooood!," I moaned."Are you going to cum Jen?," Troy asked. "Are you going to cum on my cock, you fucking slut?" Yes, mmmmph, yes, aahaaahhhhh, yes," I stammered as Troy continued to. He had had a small group of friends, mainly the same ones from prep through to where we pick up the story later when he was a couple of months over 16.Unbeknown to his parents, with his friends, he smoked a bit of marijuana and had experimented with a small amount of uppers and downers in the previous year or so and had also acquired a taste for beer.Also, unbeknown to he and his father his mother had become a cupboard drinker but kept it pretty well under control. But Duane found out her. A while back I put an ad on craigslist offering to provide a spanking for local students, housewives or anyone else who could use a good spanking to help with focus or motivation. I got a lot of spam but ended up with two serious takers. One was a husband who wanted me to spank his wife to keep her motivated while he was out of town on business for a couple of weeks. I met the man and his wife at a convenient Starbucks and we made the arrangements. I told them that I required a bare bottom at a. She’s wearing a blue sports bra and black spandex shorts. There are sweat marks along the bottom of the bra and also in the middle where her breasts meet. We call it mountain dew. By we I mean Brian and I. He had been a guy that went to the same aerobic kickboxing class I was in, of course taught by Mishy. Brian would joke about getting with her and he would point out the mountain dew and also the moist spots around her camel toe. I would laugh until I realized he was crude to her and I stopped.