. different tastes... would be a boring world if we all ate the same food every day would it not?" I guess so" Look I may have a story for you, someth...ing you can put together... your readers may find it interesting and maybe a little disturbing" It sounded intriguing and she had my attention."You busy next week" she asked.As it was, I wasn't. The reserve bank was doing its best to cool the housing market and sales had dropped somewhat."What about Wednesday" I asked"Fine... come for morning. He lapped and probed. He sucked and nibbled. He felt the vibrations of her moaning.His world was perfect.Nirwana lasted ten minutes. They felt like hours. Nothingness flooded his senses. He smelled her blood-hot cunt and tasted her squirting wetness. He felt her skin and heard the muffled sounds of her moaning. But there also was the unrelenting pressure of her hands and – later on – the strangling of her thighs that robbed him of his breath. He heard humiliating curses when her climax crested,. Or perhaps she was in fact especially endowed in this regard. But whatever the reason, her prominent bulge was a puffy, fat-lipped, velvet-smooth, untouched glory to behold. I felt my own groin stir, whether I willed it or not. A low whistle from the direction of the rocking chair rudely reminded me of the situation. I tore my eyes away from my daughter's imperiled innocence long enough to completely remove her pajama bottoms.I arose from sitting on Aubrey's bed, and put my hand to the fly of. Carla knew exactly what she was doing when spanking Nina. She remembered when a prefect at sixth form college she had reported a student to the headmistress for rudeness, and was asked to witness the student being spanked and caned. That was quite an education for her, but she knew she was using that experience to good effect now as she continued to land spank after spank all over Nina’s very ample bottom and fleshy thighs. She could tell that Nina was struggling by the way she was squirming.