She wasn’t horny, but until their extra-large toys arrived, there was no other way that she could think of stretching herself out. Her mother had a ...monopoly on household items - she was currently walking around with a bottle of coke sticking out of her ass, and what looked like the family’s flashlight shoved into her pussy.There was just something about being stretched that really appealed to her - she suspected that it had something to do with Amber’s twitter account, but since Rob had caught. I heard it whish through the air just before it hit my bottom. The crack of the leather as it hit my panties registered in my brain just a little before the pain. I started to say one, but it just came out as “Ow”.“Since you didn’t count that one properly, I’ll have to do it again.”Another smack right on top of the last one, but this time I was careful to clearly say “One”. The next 4 strokes all landed in roughly the same spot. Each one hurt more than the one before, but I kept counting. Then. I didn’t really care though. The kids had already gone to bed hours ago and I had pants in the dryer. I had accidently spilled some tea on my pants a little while ago and so I threw them in the dryer. I didn’t have any underwear on so I just picked a pair of Mr. Thomas’ basketball shorts out of the clean laundry bin and slid them on. They were very big on me but I didn’t care. I was lost in my own thoughts when I heard the front door open. I sprang to my feet to see Mr. Thomas’ walking through. ." Her nail tips raked kitten scratches over his rising terrain. "...or would it turn you on?"Cyn. Sweetie. You could read a random page from the revenue code and still give him a hard-on.She tapped the bulge of endorsement in his drawers. "Can I see?" Tacitly he let her release his belt and part his zipper. She tugged out his boxers and peeked in. "Oooh, nice! Nothing to be bashful about here. Come on, then."She reclined on the bed, clad in nothing but lime green bikini panties, and.