His mouth curved into a wicked toothy grin as he let it flourish. Keyes imaged tackling Bree roughly, one hand over her mouth then grabbing her wrist...s tightly with the other; growling angrily in her ear, rousing her from the pleasant slumber with carnal panic as he ripped at her clothes. Pulling her flimsy panties to the side of her pussy and plowing abruptly and ruthlessly into her before she knew what had happened to her. Her eyes would pop open in confused fear. She would scream into his. Now she bent over him again, her bare arse exposed. He'd showered whilst she'd been out so, as she lay on his lap awaiting that divine first spank she inhaled the luxurious masculine smell of his shower routine.“So I need to spank you do I?” Mark asked rhetorically. The question was met only with a whimper. “Speak up,” this time Katie managed to say, “Yes, I deserve it, I can’t control myself.”“That’s what I thought, we need to keep that inner slut of yours under control don’t we?” By now. So there's got to be a reason why she didn't do that. Perhaps our marriage was in trouble. Perhaps we were in the process of divorcing. There may be other reasons but the fact remains she didn't bother to look for me." Perhaps you're right. Perhaps you did have a lousy marriage." And there's another reason I don't want to go rushing to her even if I knew who she was." Which is?" Look at me, Trish. You've never known me to look different. But my wife? I couldn't bear to rush back to her loving. Once again we all watched it rise and fall, bounce a few times before settling. Robin throwing a six was funny but as that was followed with a five, his reaction was hilarious. But our laughter stopped immediately, when to our amazement, he stood up, calmly undoing his shorts and kicking them off. His legs matched his upper body, well defined muscle but as he stood there, we all noticed the huge tent in his boxers. The three of us girls whooped our approval. His smiled and caressed his bulge.