Mostly because his brother always had weed, but also, it was closer. One night I could see his erection though his pants and made a few “off side”... comments about helping him out. Kenneth was always very homophobic, and I was way too liberal. I didn’t fantasize about men, but the thought of sex with another man never bothered me. It was about sex. Kenneth spurned my ideas about his hard cock, but with playful rejection. There was a moment, just before he turned to fall asleep, where I truly. "He came when I caned him, and when I belted him," said Gina but she said it breathlessly rather than in a matter of factually way."Kinky fucker," said Sally before giving him a fourth stroke rapidly followed by a fifth.Sally added one more stroke to the now slightly sobbing Ryan's arse before saying, "Well, that was fun," and indicating that the caning was over.Ryan stood up and put his hands to his behind, "That fucking hurt," he announced."Yeah, but you obviously enjoyed it," said Gina. A small satin ribbon tied between my breasts to hold the top closed. The bottoms consisted of a pair of very short lace shorts and a tiny G-string to wear under the shorts.I put on the G-string and looked at myself in the mirror. The G-string was nothing more than a patch of lace that barely covered my mons, held in place with thin ribbon that tied at my hips. I slipped on the form fitting shorts and stood in front of the mirror again. I could see the strip of pubic hair that was left on my. She would giggle every time I told her that. She would make all sorts of excuses to come up to my office and then stand gazing out from the window with a faraway look on her face. She is crazy about the beach. Everytime we talked about a get-away-from-it-all, she would immediately wish it were around 11 am in the morning on a deserted beach, with room service... or was that beach service?? Sigh. Music, some cold drinks, a lot of talk, gazing at each other... I always thought I am the sort of.