We'd had a thunderstorm while I was online, and there was a surge and power failed. The computer survived, but a lot of settings were out of whack and... I hadn't had the opportunity to clear the temporary internet files, cookies, or history.Then Jeanine had a state holiday off and used the computer next. However it came about, (I think she was being nosy) she found those files and links, and did a little reading of her own. I can't regret the results, though. When I got home that afternoon, she. Her body was on fire – she could feel her pussy getting wetter with every step – she wasn’t entirely sure she could make it the hotel with out having him inside her, but he persisted – wanting their first time to be something more than a bathroom quickie. ‘Thank god I didn't check a bag,’ she thought as they walked hand in hand to his truck. He opened the door and she climbed in, she pulled him in for a deep passionate kiss. Their tongues quickly started to explore each other, hands began. But I digress from the night I was caught doing it, I am sure you want to know what happened later that night, as whosoever caught me, was not going to let a golden opportunity, go to waste.To continue where I left off wallowing in my viscous vaginal secretions, I fumbled and probed until attaining my ultimate goal, my numbed fingers from my thigh squeezing, eventually relaxed as I did, allowing my naked body to sleep a disturbed sleep, one where men were touching me, and probing me.I had heard. Oh that really hurt Sir” she cried. Raising the cane again the young teacher delivered another hard stroke to the lower part of her bottom. “OW..OW..OW” squealed Lucy. Any attempt she had made to protect her modesty was to no avail as her wetness now visibly coated the inside of her thighs. With three further strokes remaining, Gwilym Morgan wasted little time, swiftly dispatching the next two in quick succession. “OW-OW-OW, Oh Sir, my bottom really hurts Sir” she shrieked. “One more to go.