I was wearing pink blouse and a pair of Capri pants; my girls were as hoochie as ever both wearing mini skirts so shorts their mother would whoop them... with a switch if she saw them. Jamieka was wearing a gold halter that gave anyone a full view of her DD’s and Shantell wore a backless halter that accented her booty. I could feel his eyes watching me as I walked. I knew he was watching so I turned my walk into a stroll as I continued my conversation with glee. My friends and I sat down to get a. Yet, he knew their meaning. As he knew the meaning of what he saw. The words and the pictures seemed glued to his soul. Or even better: grafted on it. They were part of him, had always been.Hadn't they?He became aware of his body.It was perfectly immobile. He could make his muscles ripple, but he could not move an inch. Which was just as well, as he totally lacked any desire to move. He was... soaring. Was that the word? Soaring? Oh yes.He felt like an eagle.Deep rushes of anticipation ran. Your mother is nothing compared to you !Jada: I've always dreamed about your big white dick in my juicy black pussyMe: Really?.. I think you deserved to be punished .. bad bad girlJada jumped onto the bed in excitement, laying with her legs spread wide open on her belly. Rubbing her clit she said: "Fuck me like a dog, Mr.Anderson, fuck me like you fuck my mother`!!" I began spanking her butt and phat pussy lips with my cock still dripping in cum, teasing her until she couldn't take it a second. ” Lana reached out to Felicity cautiously, frightened the woman may turn on her, but Felicity looked up at her with wide pleading eyes and grasped the material of her skirt, pulled it up and bunched in the small of her back. Felicity shifted her weight from one foot to another and her round buttocks wobbled gently. “Spank her hard on each cheek with your open hand,” Caren directed, “and make it hurt!” Lana gritted her teeth, and raised her hand high. The feeling of power which swept through her.