"If youdon't want another session over my knee, young lady, you'd better getgoing! Go on, Candy. Off you go!" I reluctantly wheeled the pink bikeout t...o the kerbside, encouraged on my way by another stinging slap tomy still tender rear. "And don't you dare get those pretty clothesdirty, or you'll be in for another paddling - only worse," was her onlyparting comment.As I pondered my humiliating predicament, I spotted a group of localboys in the distance approaching on their bikes. I definitely. If the news was that they were getting engaged, this would come as no surprise to anyone. The two of them had been together for years and were more or less living as man and wife now. Babies would no doubt follow soon after but, I smiled wryly, I had my own problem in that department to deal with first.For a moment the incongruity struck me; should a women my age with a son about to be married really have let herself be fucked half stupid by a boy younger than that son? Once was bad enough but. "Это ваш первый отпуск, мисс Андерсон?", старый, сморщенный клерк взглянул на полупрозрачный силуэт висящий в воздухе по ту сторону стола."Да, сегодня ровно сто лет с того.. с того случая, как..", нежный, чуть взволнованный голос, явно принадлежащий молодой женщине, казалось звучал из пустоты."Да-да, мисс Андерсон", перебил её скрипучий голос клерка, "— автомобильная авария. — я просмотрел вашу биографию". Маленькие круглые очки клерка сползли на его широкий расплывшийся нос, и глубоко. "They get together privately about once a month or so. The wives take turns tussling with each other. To make it a little more realistic, I think the women do sometimes pull hair.Because it's meant to be primarily erotic—and done in complete privacy — usually, both women end up tearing off the other's clothes. The two wives picked that night—entertain while the other couples watch. It can get pretty erotic... -" In what way... ?" Molly asked, now very curious. The idea of a little secret erotic.