I did giggle to myself; knowing if I became a goody good shoes I can still ask Sharon to spank me. Actually, I felt all goosy at the thought. My pussy... fluttered. It didn’t matter that more and more people will know I am spanked by my chummy mummy. I relaxed when Sharon was out, masturbating and generally feeling really good after some wonderful orgasms. When Sharon came home I made her some coffee and we sat and chatted. Sharon said, “You know that I get aroused on when I spank you?” I hoped. I’d never had to bother at home – we have central heating - so Miss Carson had to show me how to do it, first of all cleaning out the old ash, then placing screwed up paper and sticks of kindling to provide a base and finally a small pyramid of chunks of coal ready for lighting. On top of that I was up and down stairs several times, collecting coal in the large scuttle and using it to fill the smaller ones beside each of the fire places. I finally worked out that I had laid six fireplaces; one. She slowly sunk onto his hardness, allowing him to enter her little by little, she formed an ‘O’ with thumb and forefinger so that she could still work him while most of his cock was now in her mouth. Frank mini-thrust, not wanting to drive himself too deeply into her and spoil the magic she was performing. Jean sensed his need, knowing that it was the precursor to his climax, she stopped wanking him, instead; she slipped him from her mouth, then sucked him deep into her, lifted a little then. - Ce n'est pas grave- Si j'ai envie de te faire plaisir aussiIl s'allongea :- Vas y je te laisse me donner du plaisirElle rougis mais ne voulait pas le laisser ainsi après ce qu'elle venait de vivre et se dirigea donc vers sa verge. Elle la pris dans sa main, le masturbant et approcha sa bouche. Elle commença à l'avaler doucement tout en continuant de le caresser. Elle la sentait durcir de nouveau entre ses lèvres et elle se surprit de nouveau à aimer cette sensation. Il la regardait, ne la.