He was thin with short grey hair and an easy smile. And he adored his unusual wife…worshipped would perhaps be a better word. It is often hard for u...s to imagine our parents or our grandparents as sexual beings with needs, desires and love like our own. But not when you saw Mr. Willy look at his wife or the way he said…Yes, Ethel to anything she wanted. Some might see it as hen peeked or pussy whipped, but it was mutual. A love between equals…something that our modern divorce rates say we have. Her occasional lover would not be at her cabin now. It was early October and she would be back home in England. Clara’s pussy was trying hard to push past the effects of the medication. Her fingers tried to bring her clit to life. A sudden sharp pain shot through the knuckles of her hand causing her to yelp and stop all her motion. She looked at her hand and noticed swelling and discoloration on her knuckles. She looked at her other hand and saw discoloration there too. The skin on the back. Although in this rare scenario, the giggles in the atmosphere never stopped. These giggles teased Aliyah, teasing her every move."Just do it," Aliyah gulped.With a deep breath, Aliyah climbed up the blossom tree to retrieve her tee-shirt. Then, she leapt nimbly from the tree branch down into a nearby shrub, later finding her mustard-coloured shorts."Where are my damn knickers? You can't tell me I have to search for them without wearing anything below my waist..."The giggling responded heavily. You realize his whipping you has made you so wet that you’ve created a wet spot under your ass on the sheet and you squirm. You feel the lash on your breasts now, which is what you were hoping for and he strikes you again and again until you know your breasts look just like your thighs. When he strikes you the first time between the legs, you feel he knows you completely and you admire his skill. He struck you just hard enough to stimulate you without marking you, preparing you for what comes.