Sometimes it wasn't only a slip or a boxer on the sofa, or something more obvious, like marks or a toy, not hidden away. She never made a point. But w...e were aware, she realized, and finally we began making it on purpose.It started to turn us on, when she finds marks of the sexual love we share together. And after a while she started to become part of our sexual phantasies.That was the time, when she started to form animals on our bed linen - things like flamingos, elephants or apes. So, we knew. ? In diesem Augenblick bekam ich eine erste Ahnung in welche Richtung also die Bestrafung gehen w?rde. Ihre Mutter hatte aber jetzt offenbar geradezu Gefallen an der Idee gefunden, mich bestrafen zu k?nnen und k?rzte daher die Diskussion barsch ab. ?Ende der Diskussion. Ich fahre jetzt mit Mark in den Garten und ihr k?mmert Euch um das Abendessen. Wir werden in rd. 2-3 Stunden zur?ck sein. Und bist Du wirklich sicher, dass Du Dich v?llig meiner Erziehungsgewalt unterwerfen willst?? fragte sie. .and she was moaning and whispering her own way, and she was moving her cunt back and forth so as to engulf my entire penis fully inside her hungry cunt… ‘Jijaji, ab mujhe kuchch ho raha hai, ajib sa lag raha hai meri tange kamp rahi hai’ thodi der bad vo boli. Mai samajh gaya ki vo ab discharge hone wali hai. Maine chudai ki speed aur tej kar di..’aah jijaji, lagta hai zameen hil rahi hai..uuii ammi ye kya ho raha hai mujhe..ab bus mai to gayi…ab man jao jiju’ vo boli. Thodi der bad mai bhi. She looked at him as if he was crazy. She looked at him as if she had done something wrong. She looked at him as if his rejection of her was all her fault. Obviously, no one had ever rejected her before in the way that he was rejecting her now. ‘Wait you don’t have my number,’ she said reaching in her pocketbook for her a pen and paper and her phone. When she looked down and busied herself fishing through her pocketbook, he slammed the door closed with his foot and locked his door in her face. .