“Okay, come here, Robin.” I sat on my ottoman, and she came over and lay across my legs. I could feel her heart beating very rapidly against my le...g. Whether it was because of fear of the spanking, or embarrassment at being so exposed, or shame, I don’t know. Maybe a mixture of all three. At any rate, her heart beat frantically and her face was still beet red. I tried to remember being eighteen, while looking down at her body. Would Robin have been attractive to me then? Probably; I was a horny. She said something, but the music blared and I missed it, then she slid into the smoking deck. I got into the car, lit a Misty 120 to steel my nerves and headed back for a shower and shave. But first, a stop at Walgreens for some makeup and some sort of purse. I had been told to also grab douche, lube and some condoms, but as the makeup tab was reaching well beyond my expectations so I left with eye shadows, mascara, a cute lil leopard print bag that I could use as a purse that had another bag. As I recall, Ileant forward to pick up my cup from the low table in front of us, andthe hand that had been d****d around my shoulders, suddenly slipped downthe back of the jeans I was wearing.I remember being frozen to the spot, stifling a gasp as I felt hisfingers exploring my behind, and then slipping further down andunderneath me until he found my hot wet pussy. He then slipped twofingers inside me and smiled at me as I began to wiggle and pleasuremyself on the intrusion.This event was made. Her legs long and smooth, proof that running and biking kept her in great shape. Her hair covering the pillow as our gaze met, the lust and desire in her eyes could not be denied. It was time to get to it. She reached for some lube that she had in her bedside and patted the bed showing me where she wanted me to lay. I thought she would have me on my hands and knees but she instead had me lay on my back, a pillow beneath my lower back which pointed my ass in the air. She applied a generous.