I helped Olivia to get upright on her knees. She was all disheveled and still trying to once again breathe normally. I took her head in both my hands ...nd kissed her deeply. I could still taste the remnants of my cum on her tongue. We both moaned into each other’s mouths. I then helped her to stand carefully and helped her step over the edge of the tub. I hugged her to my chest as she cooed, “That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. It was even bigger than last night. I can’t believe it!”. "I more than half expected him to tell me to go clean the nail polish off,but after another long pause, he said: "Like I said, chop up an onionand a couple of tomatoes." He'd been peeling and chopping potatoes whenI came in, and he went back to work on that without another word on thesubject of my cute glittery purplish-pink nails.After all the ingredients were mixed and the stew was simmering, I satat the kitchen table reading for a while, getting up to stir the stewevery few minutes. When. Cotton filled her mouth. 'Did I drink last night?' she thought. 'No, I'm on assignment.' Her eyelids felt glued together. It really was cloth in her mouth. She shook her head a bit as she pulled her eyes open and tried to spit whatever it was out. A painted nymph stared back at her instead of the trees she expected. She shut her eyes again and shook some more.The picture of the nymph came into focus when she opened her eyes again. It wasn't the pine trees she expected. A cheery smell of soft,. “Why do I feel this way?” thought Yvette. “Is it because I was spanked on my bare bottom when I was much younger by my Aunt Jessica in front of my Uncle George and my three male cousins, when I stayed with them at times and I was rude, or did something naughty?”She remembered how, after a bare bottom spanking, two of her cousins would meet her in the old barn at the back of the farmhouse and ask her to show them her still red bottom which she was always ready to do. Remembering how she would.