My poor laptop kept pinging and pinging as one IM after another popped up. I told my audience that I would try and respond to the IM's after I signed ...off. I told them I would only respond to the nice ones.I have no idea what I even meant by that, I just said it. Part of me did get turned on by all of this. Another part of me was scared to death that one of my husband's friends would somehow discover me doing this, and tell him. Then of course there was also the chance that if one of his friends. Within moments she is transformed from a bad girl caught with her cunt wet to the ultimate position of vulnerability. She will be cunt spanked, she has no doubt of that. Her wetness is inches from of his face, glistening and aromatic. He looks at it. She can’t hide it. “Your cunt is wet, my Love. You should be ashamed.” And the stroking starts. Coaxing the clit to swell, then avoiding it. She knows from long experience with his spankings that there is always warning before being spanked. One. " Shut-up," I told my lover. "You know there is no way that I would everrun off with some guy." I don't know babe, he was making the moves and you seemed prettyreceptive," Jenny told me. I couldn't let this slide and the ticklingsoon began. "Stop it! Stop it!" Jenny screamed out and I did relent.After she called me a big meany she went on. "And I don't blame him formaking the moves on you. You have become a beautiful young woman Lex." You're biased," I told her. She decided to prove it to. She had only ever used her fingers to get that warm glow as she orgasmed. She had no idea what oral sex would feel like. Sitting now on the edge of the couch Eric dropped to his knees and buried his head between her thighs. When his tongue found her clit the squeal from Susan shook the house. “Oh fuck” she squealed “oh fuck”.Susan was now totally bereft of any shyness and inhibitions. She spread her legs as far apart as they would go and pushed Eric’s head harder into her crutch. Her first.