Considering that Bob and Tom had carted the hapless Jerry home in a wheelbarrow, and Barbara had commiserated carnally with everyone but Bob, the fina...l filing of the papers was almost anticlimactic.“Is this the restaurant?” asked Terry, a tone of confusion in her voice. Bob had just pulled the Toyota into the parking lot of the mammoth adult boutique on Orange Blossom Trail that he and Terry had shopped at before.“Not precisely, honey, but I think I know what’s going on,” replied Tom. He had. Our unit normally would make a twenty mile trek in about four and a half hours loaded down with all our combat gear.However, with the snow and ice in the equation, we were lucky to make two miles in the same timeframe.What with the buffalo hides wrapped around me and the snowshoes attached to my boots, I must have looked a bit like “Frankenstein’s Monster” and the womenfolk always smiled when I passed by on my way to hunting or scouting our surroundings.My Spencer was perfectly suited to combat. “Don’t you, Tina?”“Oh Marge! You’re so awful!” Tina said, laughing as she pushed out her bottom. This had the effect of even more brazenly exposing her pretty, puckered anus to our view. It looked like a little rosy jewel hidden between those golden globes.“Uh huh, spread her wide open!” Marge told me. I did, as Marge now pushed back gently on the back of my neck, urging me to bring my mouth down to Tina’s crack.“Doesn’t it just look so appetizing?” Marge purred huskily. I knew exactly what I. Not enough time to cum. This was different. I was really hard, and I was enjoying this spanking. A lot. From that day forward I was always acting up at school. I knew what would happen. Mrs. Wickersham was forced to punish me. And I was sure she disliked the physical punishment. Or so I thought. But when I left school after the graduation ceremony she took me into her office when I was getting ready to leave, asking my parents to allow me to see her for a moment. They were slightly confused but.