” He nodded his approval and she blushed when he gave it. She abandoned rational thought that this man was crazy and was taking advantage of her, sh... needed to feel that again and he knew it.Michael stood up and moved to the end of the bed, sitting down near the end. “Come here Beth, now. Its time for the second part of this encounter.”It was then she remembered that he had mentioned a punishment. “What exactly are you planning on doing to me?” sarcasm back in her voice, hands on hips. The. I moan our God what are you doing? It feels like you stuck a baseball bat in me!My pussy lips were hanging on to this thing as Tim started these slow short strokes. With each short stroke it went in a little deeper. It didn't really hurt but it felt uncomfortable inside me. Slowly but surly he started going a little faster and deeper. I didn't know what or how he was pumping this thing in me. But after about ten deep strokes it went from feeling uncomfortable to feeling good.I moaned out, OH. The next weekend I had to replace the wood floors and asked Brian if he could give me a hand, he said no problem. That Saturday came around we headed to the hardware store to pick the materials and Renee would stop by the house later. Brian and I had been working a couple hours and nearly finished when Renee stopped by. She was wearing a short jean skirt and tshirt with no bra, looking hot as shit like always! While we were working on the floor, you could clearly see up her skirt and her tiny. Shit........... I heard the woman next to me stop moving. Listening? Well, the hell with it. I started to massage my juicy pussy lips and discovered that I was soaking wet. When did that happen? I wondered, almost aloud. The woman next door pulled toilet paper off the roll and I could hear her rubbing it against herself, must be on the pussy. Oh, god. And then I must have let out a squeak as my finger found my swollen clit. The paper-on-pussy sounds stopped abruptly, but I thought to myself,.