She started playing with her breasts as he moved his hand away from her leg and round onto her arse, giving it a hard slap.“Good girl,” he said, t...ying to keep his load at bay.She lifted her head from his cock and kissed him. “Let’s go outside,” she suggested. Mr. Harper seemed to like this idea, and opened the door. They got out and walked round to the bonnet, his exposed cock waggling from side to side. Liz began to kneel but Mr. Harper stopped her. He held her for a moment before carefully. If I could come and go as I please without constantly being asked to come every week, I'd spend a lot more Sundays here. How would you like to stop and get something to eat?" What? You mean go somewhere and eat there?" Sure. Let's splurge. Any ideas?"This was quite a question. Going out to eat was not something we did every day. In fact, we didn't do it every month. Dad usually took us all out to a restaurant on Mother's Day. Grandma and Grandpa always wanted us to go out to dinner with them a. Jake was wary of such a large purse and stood what he thought was a safe distance away. His brother had always said he wouldn’t go into his wife’s purse for fear of losing an arm, and Jake had similar fears watching Molly dig through hers. His fears dwindled and a smile played over his face as he watched her empty the bag, muttering all the while. Out came a hair brush, a wallet, a cell phone and an MP3 player. So far, Jake considered, so normal. Then there were a few brochures, for the library. He was getting dressed as I luxuriated in my nudity. Soft sheets against softer thighs. How could this not tempt him?Looking to my left, I saw his belt on the bed. My reaction was swift and involuntary. I squeaked, shifted away, and then grabbed it. Maybe this could be the lure.His eyes sparkled when he realized what I held in my hand. I gave it up with no argument. I don't love the belt, but I crave the attention.A few light smacks, and my body melted back into the blankets.Yes, please. More,.