Thwack. Thwack. I bite down hard on my lip, tears well in my eyes as the shock runs up my body. I try not to let him sense my pain. My backside is bu...rning as he traces the welts marks with his fingers. They are so tender already even though I am still slightly in shock. I hear the clink of the ice in his glass. Then the cold ice is gently rubbed on my marks. All over my buttocks then down in between my thighs, up to my wet folds where he applies a bit more pressure as he teases it over my. Being in his arms and to experience his passion and kisses was my dream. Now, my thoughts have turned to another. Wendy’s seductive letter was drawing my heart to her. My problem is how much to give myself to this new experience. I still earn for male passion, touch and hardness. For now I am pleased to have Wendy’s words, touch and lovemaking skills draw forth my sexual desires and passions. While I want to repair my relationship with Kara, I will not play her games. If we do repair her. We tried many positions in our lovemaking, with Diane always in control. At one point, I was on my hands and knees on my bed, while she thrust the vibrator deep into me from behind. Between each bout, we'd lay in each other's arms, kissing, our breasts rubbing together and our pussies rubbing against each other's legs. Diane drifted off to sleep around about dawn. While she slept, I stayed as close to her as possible, dozing occasionally myself. The level of intensity that I had reached as a. Then she kissed me again."Are you gonna take me to the dance tomorrow, baby?" Charlotte asked."There's a dance?" I said."Well, duh! They've only been announcing it for the past month."Sheila looked like she hadn't heard about it either."I'm gonna wear the prettiest little dress for you, and you can wear me like a flower on your arm." As long as I don't have to dance," I said. "I dance like a dork. I'll embarrass you." He ain't kiddin'," Sheila said."Only the slow dances then," Charlotte said..