. and still we hold back.. tease. Chest to chest.. heart to heart.. we pause to take it all in.. Skin touches skin.. A delicious connection.. no words... needed. Gazing into your eyes.. reflecting the same feelings.. I am lost Souls collide.. lips meet again... all thoughts go unheeded. Your unbuttoned shirt glides to the floor.. too many clothes... Hands roaming again..sensual torturous kisses.. licks.. bites. My skirt is unfastened.. it falls to the floor.. lips meet again.. Your fly is undone... You can’t make him become good. You have to turn your back on him. It’s a simple incantation, ‘Get thee behind me Satan: for it is written, Thou shalt worship the Lord thy God, and him only shalt thou serve.’”Paul wasn’t a religious person and this discussion was making him uncomfortable. He didn’t think saying that to Annie would have made one whit of difference in how things turned out. He said, “I’ve heard that expression before. It’s from the Bible, isn’t it?”“Yes.”“I thought so,” Paul said. That's one of the good things about being a little successful; it afforded me some freedom for a change."Hold on a second," I said, turning back to my car. "Let me get my stuff." Oh, leave it. Come inside and relax for a while first," Mom told me. "You had a long drive and all by yourself too. What kind of car is that?" she wondered with a frown. "It doesn't look very practical." Uh, well..." I laughed self-consciously, " ... it isn't, Mom. I have to get Brandon anyway." Who?" She narrowed her. Swish… CRACK! The pain was unbelievable. A sting 50 times worse than the tawse Bianca had used. Maria clenched her buttocks tightly, before realising this produced a whole new sensation as her anus contracted around the base of the butt plug. Oh god, the combination of the sting in her butt and the pressure on her asshole and rectum was so intense, she felt immediately like she was on the edge of cumming. Swish… CRACK! Ahhh….. again the dual sensation of pain and pleasure drove Maria wild..