Maybe I ought to rewind a tad. My other half's niece had arrived to stay with us. Forget 15 year old nymphos, when you get to our age, think more like...forty plus year old aging has-beens -except Sam wasn't. A has-been that is. Divorced yes, has-been no way. In fact that's really the problem. I trust the woman about as far as I can fling a grand piano. Which, with my back, is not a lot! Something was definitely not quite above board.The object of my concern had arrived a couple of hours before,. Spanking it until it felt burning hot.After a while, he grabbed a kind of whip out his gym-bag. Beating the living daylight out of me. But oddly enough the pain was bearable. He ordered me to count them out."1... 2... 3..." I cried in pleasure. Suddenly I realized why the pain was bearable. He was hitting my back, but I was still wearing his thick leather biker jacket. The pain was much more intense when he started to whip my bubble-butt. I was actually crying a little now. Wanting to get out. Kanni na gulla thirchendhi. Na pukku gulla thirche monagadu meere. allage allage dengadi na pukku ni anni arustundhi. lanja arupullu ki, allaage mullugullu ki room antha marumogi pothundi.lanja kallu sagamu muthesi vunnayi dengu thunetappudu. Alla mussi vunna kallatho swargamu chustu vundhi. Dengu maviah, allage dengu maviah mee lanja pukku mothamu aragalli ivalla. A matallaki rechi poyi nennu lanja pukku lothullu varaku dhurchi modda ni denga sagganu lanja pukku ni.Alla nennu denguthu vunthe. Wearing a thin tank top that fit to her body like a glove, the soft, supple curves of her breasts outlined nicely, and it left her stomach partially bare to reveal a hard set of abs. She had thin, muscular arms and a lightly curved pair of very feminine shoulders with an hourglass figure. Fit and sleek, she was, with long, killer legs and a firm rear highlighted in the spandex wrapped around her flesh as if they were worn to further get the point across. Starring up at her she winked, motioning.