Mr Davill was going to spank her! The butterflies in her tummy were unbearable and she wasn't sure if she was terrified or excited, although the sligh...t tingling sensation between her legs suggested the latter. She started to move from foot to foot. She had been standing in the corner for almost an hour without moving and her legs were stiff."Stop fidgeting young lady!" Mr Davill didn't look up from the papers he was grading, just cleared his throat and continued to grade.Tanya stifled a sigh.. The house looked really pretty in the snow, with its fairy lights adorning the rafters and windows. In fact, it was quite picture perfect, so I stopped to take a photo. I framed the house against the white valley in the background, making sure that I included the lush green fir tree to the right of the house and avoided the somewhat tacky lighted plastic reindeer in the middle of the garden. The sun was low in wintery evening sky, a great time to capture the memories of the place in which I had. After a few minutes of this, she was literally bucking her ass back into my face, trying to drive my tongue deep into her. Standing, I laid her back onto the edge of the bed and lifted her legs over my shoulders and drove my cock deep into her tight, hot cunt. Lord, she was so wet, it felt like I was swimming. With her legs over my shoulders, and my hands grasping her thighs, I began to jackhammer my cock into her tight pussy. She was making sounds from deep within, sounds that someone. We arrive at the Conrad Bed and Breakfast just before 5pm, enough time to get settled in our room and go down for dinner. There is some real perks for me to go on these trips. Home cooked meals definitely rank up there. I barely know how to heat water and the wife; she is good for burning water. Terribly cooks, both of us. So we eat out a lot or eat frozen pre-made meals. But when we travel? Nothing but the best home cooked meals for us. Yum!As soon as the meal is consumed the wife disappears.