Stewart, you did promise me a spanking when you were screaming your head off on The Demon.”Mac laughed, “What kind of woman drags her new husband ...on a roller coaster that goes upside down just because he couldn’t guess the color of her panties quickly enough?”“Oh, come on, Mac! How did you not guess blue? It’s my favorite color, and yours, too!”“I selected all of your bras and panties for the trip. I don’t recall choosing that pair that I just removed from your body.”“I bought them special for. Arlene found a tortoise shell banana clip in Madge's curler box andheaded for her nephew."What are you doing, Arlene?" Madge asked."I don't want Wendy's hair to dry until we're ready. If I pull it backand put it up in this clip, it should stay damp," Arlene explained.Wendell stood complacently while his aunt combed his hair back to thecrown of his head. There, she twisted it and tucked the ends in to whatlooked like a sort of French twist and secured the mass of hair with thelarge clip. This. Okay, follow me I’ll show you.” Kristen extended her hand to Miles and led him over to the desk. She pushed Miles down on the chair. She spit on her fingers and rubbed it around her anal crack. She slipped onto the floor and smiled at him. “Here before we begin on the computer let me clean my juices from your cock.”Kristen sucked on him taking him down her throat a few times as Miles helped her by pushing on the back of her head, “That feels so good. You are an absolute great cock. As if of their own mind my fingers are running through your hair while my lips are kissing you very softly and lovingly, our tongues entwined in a lovers embrace. I can feel your heartbeat and see the pulsing of an artery on your forehead. I can see and feel it quickening with the pace of our passion, of wanting and being as one.We start moving faster with deeper, longer thrusts as the heat of our passion grows. I hear you moan with pleasure, a low sound from the back of your throat, it excites.