”I thanked her and headed toward her bathroom where I found three pair of panties. One was small and belonged to Claire but the other two were bigge...r and belonged to her mother. I took them all, said bye to Tim, and went home.Mom was very pleased with the ones from their bathroom but she really loved the damp pair that I had taken away from Claire’s excited pussy.That night after Mom had had sex with Dad she cleaned herself out and came to my room. My second look at a pussy was that of a real. It’s Wayne. I know it’s late, but you don’t mind if I talk to him for a couple minutes do you?” “No baby girl. Go ahead. But don’t talk to long.” “I won’t Daddy. Thanks.”Accepting the call Lisa grinned, “Hi Wayne. What’s up.” “I’m, well I just wanted to apologize. I guess your dad really hates me now.” Lisa wrinkled her nose, “Huh? What are you talking about. He don’t hate you.” “Of course he hates me. I was just rounding the back of your garage to head for the. "It's not as though I were going to ram a huge, vile lund inside you!"My boss laughed coarsely."Don't you wish you had one to do it with," he jibed at Archana. "Don't you wish!" Why, Mohan... you may be giving Gurpreet the wrong idea. I only occasionally dabble in these things. Generally I am strictly interested in the stronger sex. You know that."Gurpreet looked dizzy again. It was unbelievable. The mere thought of being touched by another woman was enough to make her skin crawl, and here she. Meanwhile, the bottom, after its immediate responses, seems to be pondering the damage that the cane has inflicted and begins to display upon its surface these opinions, in the form of the manifold variety of cane marks that we have noted. One must admire the intelligence and the diligence of the bottom's brain, if we may so call it, for once it has begun to mark its opinion of a particular stroke, it continues to modify that mark minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day and even week by week.