Moments from orgasm. Forced to stop. Panting like a hot cat. Writhing in my own skin like a cold turkey addict. Waiting. Wanting.His voice was somehow... both husky and smooth. "What do you want, Candy?"That was easy. "To come." Do you think I should let you?" Yes. Please let me come, I'm begging you." Do you think you've earned the right?" Yes. I've been such a good girl. Done exactly as you've said."I could hear the smile in his voice. "Some might say that makes you a naughty girl. I don't think. As my dad was so concerned about her, because she used to look so beautiful in her young days with perfect ass and perfect boobs.. We went to the restaurant, had food, did chit chat and came home late..While having food my step dad had couple of drinks.. Which he was so tired and he went to sleep as soon as we arrived at home.. I know my mom wouldn’t sleep in my room tonight because of what all happened earlier..I went to the bed, removed my t-shirt and wore only boxers with no underwear.. That. They started off making out and both quickly got naked. “Pretty decent vanilla sex” followed. Hank responded nicely to Jasmin’s urgings to go harder, be rougher. “Squeeze my nipples!” His strong fingers did just that, really hard – just the way Jasmin liked it.It turned out that Jasmin’s kink-dar was spot on. Hank had some experience in the world of BDSM and turned out to be a good tutor. He coaxed Jasmin along as they graduated from somewhat rough sex to hair pulling, face slaps, and simple. Bed clothes were too much to bear.We attended the wedding of Carol's boss. The woman had decided to marry a guy some fifteen years her junior, but explained in one of those girly moments, that he had the staying power of a horse and was hung like one too.Of course, the reception after the ceremony was fuelled with a plenitude of drink and food. She had hired a barn so that she could get enough room for the three hundred guests. A bar had been brought and a band that was surprisingly good,.