I couldn’t stop thinking about the spanking I had watched and now I was about to get the experience first-hand. Mum told me to take my knickers down... and I quickly slipped my fingers inside the waist band and pushed them down to below my knees and lifted my skirt up above my waist. Mum tapped her leg and I bent down across her lap. I gasped when Mum put her hand on my bottom and I felt those butterflies again. Mum told me off for and I heard words like ‘bedroom,’ ‘messy,’ ‘unacceptable,’. They talked regularly, about everything. They were both from broken families, keeping in touch only when absolutely necessary. They both felt too old for kids, even though neither were more than 35 years of age. They spoke often of books each had enjoyed or not enjoyed, sharing authors, poems and even the occasional online story favourite.She was waiting, and remembering; remembering the first tentative email. He is just like you, a victim of love lost, her friend had told her. He needs someone. Then I heard them laughing, saying that my thighs just twitched and they had seen my pussy lips moving under the thong fabric…I found my voice: “Get off, your perverts and leave me alone”. I cried...“You are the pervert, Ana… just one touch on a nipple and your cunt soaks” I got again speechless; mostly because I knew this was true and I was starting to let my body dictate my actions. Sensing this George smiled and said:Now we can let her go lads, her legs are opening on their own…”Hearing this. Jennifer then rubbed her mound, topped by the hard nipple, up and down Becky’s slick slit. The feeling of her partner’s soft boob against her pulsing vagina caused her to arch her back and thrust her hips.“MMMMMM, WOWWWW. Love having your tit on my pussy… SO HOT.” Jennifer rocked her body back and forth, forcing her tit against Becky’s moist slit, the hard nipple making contact with her nervy pleasure bud on each upward stroke. Becky was breathing hard. Jennifer then broke contact and moved up.