She pulled the thin part of her thong down until it was right in between her pussy lips, right where I wanted to be. I could see how wet she was getti...ng as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. As if she couldn’t take it anymore she rolled onto her back put her legs in the air, knees still together. She pushed her panties up until they were rolled up into the bends of her knees. She continued to tease me, running her left hand up her legs and over her perfect breasts, playing with her. Now, then..." She pulled up her new sweater in a matter-of-fact kind of way and started to take it off. "Would you like to do this for me?" she asked. "Or are you watching the cricket?" Do what?" This, silly! Take my sweater off. Only I thought that if you don't know much about bra sizes and nor do I, we could sort of get a tape measure and play around and try and work out the difference between an H and an L. Do you?" Do I what?" Want to measure me? Just my breasts, the rest of me is too fat. “You’re here pretty late. Have all your friends gone home?” She was calling me out for drinking too much, but I didn’t mind. She did it in a cute, flirty way. I nodded at her with a smile. I was stalling, trying to figure out what to say in the presence of such a beauty. I was unable to think of anything clever, so I simply answered her question and introduced myself. “Yeah. I had a few too many and my friends wanted to go home. I’m Greg, by the way.” All I could do then was smile like an. Cleary, despite numerous such sessions in the past few months, their appetite for light bdsm had not been satiated. The punishment continued along familiar lines that had been established over the past few months and soon Sherry was kneeling nude with her panties around her knees and getting spanked by her sweetheart when the door suddenly opened and in walked Tom and Kate. ‘Oh my God!’ exclaimed Sherry as she saw them in the mirror and covered her butt with her right hand and covered her.