He could feel every soft, yet hard contour and ridge of her tight, wet hole, as he began to shoot his cum deep into her pussy.Sharon bit her lip, and ...ith great effort, held back a whimper of sheer ecstasy….The sound of her son’s groans of pleasure sounded so perverse and wicked to her, and combined with his cock gushing his hot cum into her cunt, pushed her over the edge. Her cunt clenched, her rhythmic spasms surged, as hot spurts of his cum went deep into her womb. Her ass trembled, as she. On the way to her house in Alwarpet we had stopped at marina beach for a little chit chat. Since it was noon and very hot, we stayed inside the car. Suddenly idea struck me. Every time I have seen couples in car in marina beach and now suddenly I was in one.I slowly leaned over and kissed her. It was Sunday noon and not much rush. She said no someone might see. I said it’s pretty empty also we can stop if someone comes. And it’s only a kiss. She was ok and I kept kissing her. She placed her. "Oh fuck,!" she uttered,for what she read was a list of those who had been caned by the Master,she read down through the list which went on for quite a few pages;" William Reed, Caned 10 strokes ; 15th of March 1902.Gillian Gosby, caned 10 strokes, 16th of March,1902.Jade Daily, caned 15 strokes, 19th of March,1902.Caleb Blake, caned 14 strokes, 20th March,1902." The list of names and the punishment that each received went on and on.Those poor students,he must have been a cruel teacher,Sara. None of that mattered to her. What did matter to her then? I resigned my self to trying to take another look at her. Try to give her the benefit of the doubt. Try to figure out what she WAS interested it. What she DID think about. I took a sip of my drink and lit a cigarette. It was a way for me to occupy myself, with out making eye contact. ‘What do you think about?’ I asked finally. She looked shocked, stunned even. As if I had asked her what color panties she’d had on or if she spits or.