It was going to be up to you to try and make it happen for all of us together."I told you I was close and you had to decide whether to keep going or t...o use your hand. You knew what would happen either way and decided on the option that would make us come at the same time."I let the story lapse for a while. Even if Rosalee was close to coming she could still choose to change from her mouth to her hand. She didn't and my heart fluttered -- or perhaps it was my stomach flip-flopping instead. I. I turned around on my own. My eyes bored into all that thick incredible haircoating The Stranger's strong chest and solid stomach. My hands reached forward to find that huge fat cock surrounded by its forestof dark fur and now arching forward over heavy low-hanging big hairy balls. I couldn't help the deep inhale of breath that raised my slender chest highand brought my prick to attention. I eased my grasp backward to feel the rippling muscular gristle underneaththe soft velvety vein-coursed. Only able to see the obvious, the resort, the paradise that awaits them!’ ‘I don’t know CJ, it sounds interesting, even fun maybe. But it’s seriously not quite what I had in mind when becoming an artist.’ Paul had taken back his sketch still abstractly working on it while they talked. Now finished, he glanced up quickly, his intention in giving it to the old man. He was gone. As he usually did, he slid the completed work between the salt and peppershakers. ‘What are you doing with that?’ she. He knew she was lying. He raised the paddle and brought it down on her raised ass hard. She let out a big yell. Again, little girl, did you take them off while you were with that boy?Daddy, please no more. He hit her again with the paddle. Her voice seemed to ring out through the whole house.Again, he hit her tender ass cheeks with the paddle. He did not stop even though she was crying and begging him to stop. Fifteen times he hit her ass. Smiling as it began to get more and more red with each.