I watched out of the corner of my eye as she exaggerated checking herself in the mirror…pulling the blouse tight to clearly expose her pokey nipples... through the fabric. Then came a pair of lace topped hold up stockings, and a plain black skirt. The skirt she had chosen was cut just above knee length, and fairly loose. As she often does (knowing she’s teasing the hell out of me) she bent over, allowing the skirt to ride up over the back of her stocking tops, and asked “well can you see. So don't try to challenge my old man."She had always like to wrestle, when I typically let her win after a while."Ha ha, your are to skinny for that as always."Like a puma she jumped towards me and I played with and fell backwards onto the sofa, with her on top of me. She started tickle me on the sides and I cried out."Oh no, Tanya the deadly tickle monster." You are dead mr, I will crush you."After a few seconds, pretending to be chance-less, I pushed her backwards, flipping her onto her. At first, he thought the whimpers heralded his guest having a nightmare. Gradually, the quiet sounds grew more frequent, and took on a completely different tone that was impossible to mistake for anything other than pleasure.Rick snapped fully awake as he realized that Summer was masturbating."Ah. Ah. Ah. Mmm!"Rock hard and throbbing, he heard her climax. The air conditioner kicked back on to combat the still warm night, and he blew out a long breath. There was no helping it. Beyond the point. What a lovely sight. He continued to move up a little at a time until he reached her tits. He didn’t smack her nipples but he smacked her all around the rest of her tits. Again, sometimes hard, sometimes soft. Fast and slow. She was still going crazy, moaning and breathing heavily. She started asking him to let her cum and he would tell her no, not yet. Now he was moving the ruler from her tits, to her belly, to her thighs. She started saying please master let me cum. Suddenly, he started.