I saw mingled with the stains of sperm traces of blood and could not bare to look myself in the face. I was so ashamed that I got into the shower and ...ried to wash all the filth from me. The warm water cascading over my body felt so good, after I had thoroughly washed. I went back to the bedroom and looked for my clothes. I had just left them there crumbled in a heap in the floor. Bruce had finished showering and was laying on the bed with a towel strewn across his mid section. I could not. SWISH CRACKOWWWWthirdly, don’t try to get out of a caning by lying.SWISH CRACKOWWWW OWWWW OUCcchhhFourthly, if you don't like being caned, don't cheat.SWISH CRACKOWWWW OWWWW please sniff hurrr Miss Brown sniff no more please.Fithly, I will be telling the whole school that you have been given a bare bottom caning for cheating in tomorrow mornings Assembly.SWISH CRACKWHAaaaaaa WHAaaaaaa ouchhhhhhhPlease sniff hurrrr whaaa hurrrr sniff please hurrrr hurrrr it hurts so much Miss BrownSixthly, and. She pushed the womans head back down to her pussy and lifted her arse off the bed, my cock badly needed attention I just wanted to cover them both in cum as they went at eachother. The wife started to moan as her clit was licked and sucked and two fingers found her G spot."Mmmm thats it baby suck my pussy" the woman was eating her out like her life depended on it and the wife's body was starting to shake as she approached her first orgasm." oh oh oh fuck im gona cum im gona squirt oh fuck here. The boys. Flick, flick. A rock concert. No significant other. Her heart leapt. Maybe she really should put the moves on him tonight. Flick. Her heart stopped. A selfie of Nick, seemingly at home in his football gear. What a hunk. Flick. He had removed his helmet. Flick. And his vest. Flick. He was tugging down his pants. Her finger hovered. But not for long. Flick.Holy shit! Holy fucking Christ! There was Nick Franklin, Patriots quarterback, wearing a pair of very elegant ladies panties. And.