The identity of the second sitter is also a blank, but I recall that I spent the evening not at home but in the sitter's apartment, across the drivewa...y and at a slight angle from my own building. Through their back kitchen window that night I could see the back door that led to my own apartment. Just to the left was the apartment where Martha Jane and her family lived. At one point that night I saw her in her kitchen; there was no mistaking that pretty face and frizzy auburn hair. I waved to. It was followed by kissing and light biting her neck and ears . she started moaning Ahhhh, ,Oooh, Yuuu, which was exciting me further.I started playing with her hairs and kept my mouth on her face and all possible locations. She unbuttoned my shirt and removed it in no time. I squeezed her flashy ass cheeks and started nibbling and poking them. I started slapping her ass lightly in the beginning and her response was bit louder moans. Her fingers were playing with my hairy chest and suddenly she. Let’s just finish the game.” Her touch set off an electric current surging through his body that centered in his half-swollen manhood. The continuing laughter and crude remarks prompted him to sink the last two balls in short order, winning the game. Marie had already hung up her cue when Dave did the same. Dave felt a little light-headed when she entwined her arm with his as they left the billiard’s room. The scent of her perfume was intoxicating, a mixture of sweetness and musk. Once out of. ?Now slut, I want you to think about your situation. Here you are, in a room with a woman that you don’t even know. You stripped out of your clothes and displayed yourself in a very lude manner giving me access to all of your holes. Now you are here across my knee with your ass in the air like the naughty little slut that is obviously in desperate need of a spanking. How does that make you feel?? When I didn’t answer, she spoke again. ?Tell me what you are and what you need from me little.