His head was pressed against my back and I could hear, no feel him whispering my name. Ali, Ali, Ali&hellip, he was saying. I lifted off of him with a...plop from the quick exit of him from me. I turned and sat back down on him. He entered me again without either of us guiding him. I kissed him deeply and wetly. His whisper of my name was like a druid chant. I was lost in it and transported with the kiss to a place where only he and I existed. We were two people and we were one. More deeply than. . please fuck me till I cum on your cock.. I’m just a filthy whore and only you know what I need....."You flip me around so my ass is facing towards you again and you position your still rock hard cock inside of me. You slowly slide all the way in as I wail.. "YES!! Please make me your whore!!"My hands are again gripping the sheets in from if me as your run your big hands up my back and onto my neck, curling them around my throat. You use that hand to pull me down onto your cock and you fuck. Early the next morning, we crested the small hill in front of us and the sprawling town was displayed on the other side of the placid river running through the middle of the crossroads next to the newly finished railway just beyond. There was a nice bridge across the river and some flatboats were ferrying small wagons across the slow moving water. We decided to use the ferries because the bridge appeared too lightly constructed for our heavy Conestoga’s.I was in the last wagon with the two. Even though the cries were coming from their friend, the wet panty brigade could not control their glee over the loud cracks of the hot spanking. Even with the knowledge that the principal knew they were there, the sounds of the spanking kept them riveted to the door. Holly had no idea how cute she looked over the lap. Her bright pink ass cheeks were outlined by her blouse at the waist, and the thin black line of her panties on her thighs. Her legs were bare and every time she kicked them.