It is both firm and yet slightly yielding to my touch.I began to stroke a few putts into my practice cup. My partner had told me that I was holding my... hands too high so I began to experiment with holding my hands at different positions on the grip – sometimes higher, sometimes lower. As I slowly slid my hands up and down across the surface of the grip a wicked thought flashed through my mind – the second I was aware of it I felt my heart quicken, my pussy widen and my juices begin to flow - I. “We will stop when you've cleaned up....” I use your cunt juice to lube my palm for your spanking. Your back arched, soaked mound on display and begging for punishment. Each wet smack is louder than the last. You frantically hurry to finish but your body can't help but to seize after every lashing.You try to close your legs in an attempt to hide your pussy. I let your legs close but you immediately hear me being to unbuckle my belt. With one swift pull, it's unsheathed and hanging just outside. She came back in a minute with her face down and said. Prakash, your room is not worth living today. Even the bathroom is made dirty by kids. There is color every where on the tiles of bath room and is very slippery. And the bed is also not in shape. She said thank god, Prakash, its good that we have not allowed anybody to my room. It is in tact. Prakash, you go in my room and get fresh.I come freshened after half an hour. Smita also freshened in common bathroom. When I came out from bathroom,. She stiffened; alarm came over her face. She was on guard, bracing herself for a subject too sensitive to discuss."Is Stone your married name?"I saw her guard drop and the shadow disappear from her face. "I've never been married, why do you ask?" How are you going to explain me? This is a small town; there will be gossip, two people with different names living in the same house?" Are you suggesting we should get married?" she asked, smiling for the first time."Would that suit you?"She reached.