..but it had been nearly impossible.At every weigh-in Winnie was about as chunky...Cheryl would thrash Winnie till she was weeping if she didn't lose ...t least two pounds a week but there had been no help for the snacking Winnie.After 29 minutes on the commode Winnie still hadn't cum and knew she had to meet a student for her office hours. She burst into silent tears of frustration at not being able to orgasm...but she pulled up her panties pulled down her dress and then she'd trudged back to. Slightly deeper. Full of lust.Denise apparently heard echoes of the same thing, because she immediately contributed: "You don't SOUND disgusted."Lissa laughed openly, then. Not a giggle or a chuckle but a full-bodied laugh of a young woman. "Definitely NOT," she finally said. "If I did what's in the dirty stories, I should be licking it up," she added, much more softly. Almost as if only speaking to herself."Only if you want to," Denise said. Lissa looked up at her mom, realizing she'd heard. Way to go, Pop!The food was so good and at the end of the evening, I glanced at the bill when it arrived. Oh my gosh! Let’s just say that neither dad would have wanted to cover that bill with his personal credit card.Since we wouldn’t see each other until the next day, while we were waiting for our valeted cars, I pulled Becky over so we could talk.“I’m sorry I embarrassed you when I talked about our wedding,” I said.“Our wedding -- you really think we will be married to each other?” she said,. I bent forwards from the pain only to be jerked upright again by the dildo. As soon as I was upright a blow even harder and more painful landed on my other tit and nipple. My cry doubled in volume as I wrapped my arms across my chest. Moving around me Marty began landing, hard stinging swats to my ass again. All the time asking if I was going to be bad. Asking if I was going to try to take the crop away from him again. I couldn't stop myself from dancing and bouncing up and down on the dildo..