These slaps were harder than the previous 96, and she paused between each of them to let you fully feel it before she gave you the next one. You then ...alked back to your desk. You had taken a total of 100 sharp slaps, 48 across each leg and four harder ones across both legs, and, believe me, the backs of your thighs were ringing like two handbells!It is difficult to be definite about it, but my view is that the standard punishment described above was, in fact, rarely if ever used. Instead, one. Strong fingers now unclip, unzip and slip my jeans, gently but firmly pulled down and off, cast away with no further regard. His breath warms through my sheer panties, heating further my already tropical pussy. He groans and hardens with the scent and taste, as he fumbles with his own pants. I am intoxicated with desire for his cock inside me, his girth and length filling me. His teeth pull my last layer of cloth down my legs, my pussy his now for the taking. Kissing again, first my toes,. Alone together like this we behaved just like any other couple newly in love, catching up on our past histories, laying down new histories of our own, basking in each others' company.Round about five o'clock we returned to the farmhouse to find Megan, Tessa's aunt, in the kitchen preparing a casserole for later. We hadn't really spoken to her since we'd arrived, so sat down with her as she worked. We offered to help, but she wouldn't have any of it, saying that we were her guests for the. We collapsed onto the mattress, kissing passionately. I held her head in my hands, running my fingers through her soft hair. She was breathing heavily through her nose, whimpering into my mouth as we lost ourselves. Katie’s legs parted as I rolled on top of her, bouncing comically on the inflatable mattress below. I brushed her long hair out from under her shoulders, fanning it over the edge of the pillow, and continued to kiss her. I felt her left hand clutching at my right hip, her smooth.