The writing seemed to have been hand written by someone in the old English script. ‘This looks interesting, do you think its real or something some...ne dreamed up to draw tourists’, said Melinda being ever so dubious. Jonathan had been an open mined adventurer all his life. ‘Well let’s try and read it. Even if it isn’t, who cares its still a nice conversation piece and souvenir of our vacation sweetie’, he said. It was just like him to just accept something for what it was. Slowly they. I want to see what a nasty little perv you are." She stood back with her arms crossed while he undid his pants. He pulled out an impressive erection. "What is wrong with you? You can't work like that!" Taryn lifted her dress and sat down on the toilet. He moved forward. "Stay there. Start jerking" JD walked into the bathroom in time to hear this. At the bottom of the second stall was a pair of skinny ankles wrapped in a pair of boxers. There was a hissing sound from the toilet when Taryn began. This was so humiliating, yet something was turning me on. So wrong but so right… “Hmmm Cara, looks like someone wants to be punished. These little white panties of yours have a nice big wet patch on them. My, my you are a naughty little slut.” Hearing those words made my legs tremble and that was when I heard the whoosh of his hand through the air before a hard spank on my left cheek. The pain mixed with pleasure jolted my whole body, causing me to dribble on Mr Carlo’s hand. “Mmmm, you filthy. Even though we aren't together any more I have never regretted it. I stepped into her house and we quickly went into the living room where she had been sitting, watching TV until I had arrived. We sat down on the couch and she quickly cuddled up to me and I smiled knowing I was wanted. I got to her house pretty early at around ten so she was still in her pajamas. They were colorful, with spotty bottoms and a plain black tank top that revealed a lot of cleavage, especially from my view from.