I will always treasure our friendship. Love, Syl.Syl. She has a nickname? Is that Adrian’s influence?* * * * *I woke with a start. I was being shake...n awake. My sleep had been deep and untroubled. Given the night before, I was surprised how peaceful it had been. Sylvia was encouraging me wake and to dress, the day had suddenly become busy and she needed my help. She would explain over lunch downstairs.It was just after noon when I entered the kitchen and was pointed to the dinette table where. The capital 'A' was the stylised silhouette of a woman in high heels anda tight dress bent at the waist; her spread legs improvising the twosides of the letter A. The capital V was the stylised silhouette of awoman in high heels sitting on her derriere with her legs in the airspread wide; her spread legs improvising the two sides of the letter V.For modesty's sake, in both cases, the silhouette clearly defined the hemof her skirt clinging to her thighs.The sign was Wendy's idea and the crowd. Frankie couldn't help but play with Michelle's satin-clad buttocks asclimbed the stairway ahead of him. Michelle giggled. She had toadmit that she was flattered.The apartment looked to be spacious and tastefully decorated butMichelle could do no more than get through the door before Frankiepinned her against the wall and began to kiss he passionately.Michelle managed to break the kiss and held him out at arm's length,"Frankie I really want to have a good look around before I make up mymind. . With the first double stroke, she let out a small cry, but then I felt her pussy muscles taking up some work, and I knew I was at the right path - I ccontinued to fuck and simultaneously double hand-spank her ass which now emanated a considerable heat, which had its effects on the shit smell as well. In interrupts, I looked at my hands which were of course brown by now and took some sniffes... and Janet still had my belt with her shit to sniff, too. The spanking, the small signs of pain I.