He opened his eyes and looked down at me, adoringly. ‘You have no idea how long I have waited for someone to share this with.’ he said gasping. �...� I have a lot more I’d like to do to you.’ He confessed. He pulled out of me, removed his condom. ‘This is going to be a bit more uncomfortable when I take this out.’ He warned as he tugged at the wood that was still in my ass. He flipped me back over onto my hands and knees. I felt him pulling and I started pushing against the wood. It was slowly. Stephanie's father, John Meyers, while feeling sad for his daughter's pain, completely understood the young man's point of view. "I don't blame him a bit! Who the hell wants to marry a girl that's knocked up by somebody else, especially that punk kid Tyler? And why you never put out for Kyle, after all these years, I'll never understand."Stephanie never stopped crying from the moment Kyle left. She directed her frustration at her mother. "Why did you make me go out with him? Everything was just. " I kissed him as I let two fingers play in and out of him.He moaned. "It's much better when you do it. It doesn't feel like that when I touch myself." He shivered. "You make me feel so good, Papi."I had planned to just fuck him, but it was mesmerizing watching him build from just my fingers. I shifted my position so I could watch his face and his body. He arched and gasped; sometimes looking like he was in pain and at others looking like he was surprised by what he was feeling. He sounded like. “Oh, no. Please don’t, Mr. Brown. I’m truly sorry. I’ll do anything.” In particular, she was willing to bend over his lap and get spanked.“There’s nothing you can do. If you were a boy, I’d spank you. But girls get held back.” Let Faith’s character beg for it. Mary! He’d have to remember that the girl he was spanking was Mary.“Not another year in ninth grade. But I know my lessons. Couldn’t you spank me?”“No. For being lippy, much less for copying, the punishment is a spanking on the bare.