I wiped it with a cloth and moved my head towards her vagina. Due to sweat, a not-so-pleasant odor was coming from her bushes. But, I did not want to ...make her mood off. I stopped inhaling for a while and using the tip of my tongue, I touched her already swollen clitoris and immediately she jumped with pleasure. When I increased the frequency of cunnilingus, she was bumping her ass and pushing my head towards her forest. She was thoroughly enjoying and loads of juice was flowing from inside. Her. They were mostly sailboat kinds of things. I know, I was at a bike rally, but I didn't think I would do any better with the flowers in a coffee can either. I did drag out a few large portraits of women. Most of them were showing a lot of cleavage. I am a man after all. As a last defiant gesture, I put three of my old Polaroid roll film cameras onto the table. More to fill space than anything else. The cameras had been converted to shoot modern film. Not the Polaroid crap, but real film like for. . oh no way, in Gods name no way... you got a big thing!" Mother had said he was hung and I could see that his briefs did not hide this horse cock at all. I looked around to see if anyone was looking and he said it's alright I'll watch and he put his hand on my shoulder to move me down to my knees. "Pull my underwear down you sweet thing get a real good look." As I went down he slipped the t-shirt off me and felt my. I picked up the paddle and began.Slowly slapping the thick leather down on alternate buttocks was not initially painful. Amanda wriggled on my lap, her buttocks and thighs rippling with each blow. As the strength of the blows steadily increased, the level of pain increased, the pinkness of her buttocks began to redden and her struggles increased. Although the gag muffled her cries to a series of inarticulate grunts, it was clear, from the way that she was shaking her head, that the blows were.