Spank! Crack! Swat! Slap! Swap! Splut!The spanking made a strange noise as the hard spanks warmed her bottom and he could see the redden bottom globes...turn a bright red under the thin white silk panties as well as the bared area of her lower cheeks.The spanks were not overly harsh, but the cumulative effect turned her” Ouch” to soft cries as he finished up the first segment of her spanking.Spank! Whack! Crack! Swat! Slap! Thwack!The count reached ten hard spanks to top off her stinging. Then he did what he’d been dying to do ever since he’d first straddled a Harley… he reached forward and hit the electric start on the handlebar and they both moaned as they instantly felt the vibrations when the powerful engine roared to life. Karen sat up with his cock buried fully inside her, wrapping her legs around him and her arms over his shoulders while Rickie grasped her ass. They just barely moved together, feeling the vibrations from the engine further stimulating their genital areas.. He said that it might be a good idea to stop and head up to the hotel room. Without thinking, I said "Sure", and up we went.There was plenty of room for him to stay, so we turned on the TV, settled on the couch to watch whatever was on. At that point, he said,"Well, if I'm going to stay, I might as well relax." So he got up, went to the bathroom and came out in his t-shirt and teal boxers, sat back down on the couch where he was before.When he sat down, I couldn't stop but to look at the gap in. Although his keen hearing had involuntarily overheard several conversations in the mess hall that Lieutenant Sato was believed to wear no clothing at all in her and Commander Reed's quarters.Amanda's arrival cut his mental ruminations short. Obviously the time for the ritual destruction of the tableware had come."Who came up with that idea?" Jon asked laughingly and grabbed a plate from the stack. After being lobbed into the air it came crashing down on the floor, where it joined a growing pile.