He could feel her anus opening for him as she relaxed, as her fingers increased her excitement. Once more, he pulled back then pushed in, halting when...he had half his shaft in her, as difficult as that was for him.As he pulled back again, Lisa turned her head, looking back at him with lust-glazed eyes. “Ohh, it’s so good,” she gasped, her fingers moving faster on her enflamed pussy.He stared into her eyes, a grim smile on his face. “Now I’m going to fuck you, fuck you hard.”“Yes, fuck me, take. She prompted, ‘You were saying about Pamela?’ ‘Um, yes. Pamela was my first dance partner after Belinda let me loose. Hey, wait a minute – Yves got you to himself all evening, didn’t he? Sly old devil!’ Stan said. They’d got to the car by this point. Stan opened the passenger door and let Anne in, before walking around to the driver’s side. Once they were going, he picked up the conversation. ‘Anyway,’ he continued, ‘Pamela and I got on fine, and I managed not to break her toes! We had a good. It was about the cumulative effect.THWAP!Try it yourself. Take a thick leather belt, and swing it lightly at your ass or thigh, about once every five or six seconds. Just enough to sting a little and make a sound. Go on, try it. For about a minute.THWAP!How's that feel? Burns like hell, doesn't it? After only a minute. You'll feel it for the next five minutes or so.THWAP!Sir had been working on my ass for nearly an hour. Every inch of my butt was a raging inferno. And I have a lot of butt. I'm. Sundays, while Kat, Harry and Aibhilin were deepening their relationships with their sylvan friends, Carole continued to attend Saint Jude’s, getting to know the people and usually sharing lunch with Rosie and Ted. There were evening meetings, too.It was a typical January and February. Temperatures varied wildly, from below freezing, with snow on the ground for several days at a time, to relatively mild but damp and sometimes very wet weather. Business at the cafe thrived; cold, bright weather.