”I said “hold my hands and move your legs”She came out of the tube and hold my hand very tightly. I imagined that when she will hold my dick it ...will be great fun.She said “Adi I am scared with this deep water”I said “Dont’t worry…..I am here….hold properly”I also naughtily said smilingly “you can hold me tightly and properly”She was not less naughty smilingly said “If I drown then will hold you very tightly…..”I now understand that she is also pahunchi hui cheese. Now my tool was in full swing. Whack! "Ahhhhrh!!!" Whack! Whack! "Ahhhh..ahrhhhh!!!" My screams melded together as my balls felt like they were being violently crushed. When I managed to open my eyes for a glance, I noted how still she was sitting, still making eye contact as she mercilessly slammed the hard wooden spoon into my balls.Finally I couldn't take any more, and in between screams, I sobbed: "Please piss all over me, Mistress." WHAT DID YOU SAY?" She yelled as she smashed by balls yet again. "Couldn't hear you!". I lifted her top and bra and began to lightly play with her nipple. Her pace on my cock quickened and I undid her trousers sliding my hand inside and found her clit.I pressed down on it gently and started to rub it very slowly; our breath was becoming quicker and we were panting into each others mouths as our free hands explored the others body.I didn’t want to cum under the duvet so I broke away from the kiss and whispered “let’s go downstairs…” all Jane replied was “Hell. Yes.” We quickly got. High cotton meant new shoes for the kids and everything good and wonderful. Forcing her back on her heels with a finality that shocked the deacon’s wife, the father declared, ‘The boy’s name is Cotton Top’. Seldom speechless, the deacon’s wife finally gathered herself into a thin long pole of indignation and said, ‘You can’t name a man Cotton Top. That’s ridiculous.’ ‘He’s not man, he’s a child and he’s everything good. When he’s a man, he’ll make his own name,’ answered the father. To further.