Mathews as he thrust in and out of her body, his hands firmly grasping her hips. Yes! Yesssss! Oh, I love it! I loved it when he fucked me! Keep fucki...ng me! moaned Carol. Youre a slut. Mrs. Thompson! You really like sucking cock and you like fucking, dont you?, said Dr. Mathews. Oh, yes, I am a fucking slut, she wailed. Please keep fucking me!, Keep fucking me! Youre really a slut and you love being fucked, dont you? Tell me what a slut you are! Oh, Dr. Mathews, keep fucking me! Yes, fuck. Joanne Wilson stood to her dad’s left-hand side and measured out her first stroke against the deep red coloured bottom lying at her mercy.“Six with this Mum and then I think we’re done.” Joanne concentrated on her first stroke.“Sounds right, honey.” Katherine replaced her hands on her husband’s shoulders and pushed him down into the sofa, causing his bottom to rise higher in the air.Joanne Wilson took a deep breath and raised the thick reformatory cane above her shoulder. She paused and smiled. She repositioned her feet for better balance and flicked her belt open, the wolf buckle probably looking slightly less hungry than her pussy. With a smile she wondered how long it would take until she was howling to the moon as well before focussing on the task at hand again.She loved the feeling of flicking up the jeans button, the short moment of resistance before giving in that equalled hers so well. Her hands were as cold as she was hot by then, only slowly adapting from the cold harsh. She fell under my spell in an instant. That’s one for the young and naive. (Probably thinks I love her now). I moved over to La and she backed away. I grabbed her arm and pulled her into me. She felt my dick hitting her leg and it was getting the right effect. I was softly getting hard as I humped her thigh. I quickly slipped my hand up her shirt and grabbed her breast. I softly stroked her nipple, as softly as possible. She shuddered and fell in my arms. This is a little thing I can.