You leave him alone!?Lorne grinned through his grotesque harelip and took a wooden Spencer paddle, the kind with nine holes in it, and threw me across... the armrest of the couch. He pulled up my hot little dress and pulled down my panties. WHACK THWACK! CRACK! SMACK!Shoeblossom, I don’t know if you’ve ever had it from a Spencer paddle, but it really, really stings, the thick wood bounces, literally bounces, off the buttocks, and my butt began to turn red and then purplish.But again, just like in. ‘Damn writer’s block! Damn it to hell!’ I sat before my lap top in the large dining room waiting for inspiration. There was nothing. A hundred times, or so it seemed, I had begun to tap in words, and then deleted them. ‘Rubbish, all bloody rubbish,’ I silently wailed. ‘I’ll never be able to write another story, ever.’ Chapter 1.The Mountain Hideaway. It had started weeks before, this confounded inability to string two words together in an intelligible manner, sod it. I had ranted and raved as. ”He gave a final grunt of ecstasy and carefully lifting his fat body off her, his cock pulled out of her with an audible plop and strings of his cum stretched from her cunt as he picked himself up.Sally lay there on her towel panting with covered with a patchwork of sand, sweat and sperm. She looked up as the two wanking guys moved closer to stand over her. They pointed their cocks downwards and continued to stroke and until they both cum hard at almost the same time. They both spurted and. "I told her as I climbed between her legs. "I want to fuck you. Do you want to make love to your one and only son?" "Yes please, please make fuck with mummy."With that I slid my hard young cock into her dripping wet pussy. When I was all the way in I gave a couple hard thrusts and felt her pussy tighten around me. She let out a gasp as she threw her arms around me and pulled me tight against her. We kissed as we made love. I was propping myself up with one arm as I thrust in and out of her.