?That last beating just hurt too dam much!? We let a few more minutes pass. ?Do you want to stop?? ?No?Hell no,? she exclaimed. ?I’m all right no...w. But go back to that other whip or I will want to stop. This one hurts too goddammed bad. I can’t focus on the other sex feeling. All I can feel is the pain. I’ll never feel anything sexual if you keep using that sonofabitch! Besides, I want to see what the hell else you’re going to do to torture me.? It was now clear to me that Jen’s REAL. Clark just moaning from my awesome tongue action juicing up her now sopping wet pussy. Her juices were now ozzing out all over my face. I gave an extra hard push with my tongue, causing her to exclaim rather loudly. At that moment, Mark then slams my ass extra hard, about 5 rapid thrust's. Mark lets out his own rebel yell, and explodes his massive load of thick jock juice into the depths of my guts. At that time, Mrs. Clark convulses, and starts creaming herself, and all over my face, dripping. “I think Roy should experience what I have been doing for Joe,” she said, and slowly began to unzip her skirt. Both boys sat to attention, completely focused on her, but occasionally sharing “is this really happening?” expressions at each other. Jane removed her skirt, revealing a pretty underskirt. “I think you know what I have on, don't you, Joe!” she teased and he went redder. My Roy seemed in a trance, and even I had a sense of anticipation as she opened her blouse and showed us all a. I parked up close to the building so she wouldn’t have to walk in those high heels which I’m sure she didn’t wear but on rare occasions. I got out and hurriedly moved around to open her door before she opened it. I needn’t have worried. She sat there as befits a proper lady waiting patiently. I opened the door and held out my hand. She took it and swung her legs over and slid out landing on her feet expertly as if she’d done it all her life. When she was married, her husband always had a.