When he was finished with that area of sensitivity, he quickly moved down to below her waistline and became acquainted with her gyrating mound and her... heated slit. She closed her legs around his hand trapping it like a scout captured on a mission to take new territory. His other hand was suddenly on her bottom. It seemed like a million years since a male hand was roaming about on her bottom with a nefarious intent. It was a bit scary and yet she welcomed it like a familiar stranger coming home. “What the—Amy?!” her dad’s angry, terrifying voice echoed through the whole house. I hurriedly pulled out of Amy and she spun around, eyes wide in fright. The one thing on earth that spooked Amy was her dad’s temper. We were fucked. That’s all there was to it. Our clothes were scattered in a trail up the stairs and into her bedroom. We couldn’t get dressed, even if we wanted to. Our amazing, blissful fuck session from five seconds ago was instantly forgotten. In a blind, irrational panic, Amy. I also slept badly.WEATHER'S EYES POPPED OPEN, morning light brightening her room. It was if her mind had been working through the night. She saw the intricately carved old ebony-dark chest of drawers, the chair with her clothes from yesterday draped over the back of it. From below she heard the crash of a pot or pan falling to the floor followed by a string of curses. She smiled at Aidan's swearing. With some people they'd say the most innocuous swear word and somehow it would sound dirty and. Another stroke on her cheek & another attempt to bite led to two more stinging slaps on her arse cheeks. After that, Beth let the hand stroke her face & neck without protest. He moved behind her & began to stroke her shoulders before moving lower to her back. Eric gently rubbed her arse cheeks to soothe the stinging from his slaps. He was surprised how quickly Beth had stopped trying to bite him after only four slaps. Such hard slaps must have really stung her painfully.Eric knelt down to.