Like me she was interested in experimenting but had more inhibitions about trying for real. Being an Air Hostess (and the intrusive shifts that go wit...h it) meant she was away from home a lot of the time. We both wanted something new and daring to make the very most of our time together. Still as a normal middle-class couple with the usual mix of friends and family Kathy’s biggest barrier was turning fantasy into reality. From the people I’ve chatted to over the years the taboo. I told her I need to wash my greasy hands from working on the car. As I washed my hands at the kutch sink, she was hugging me from behind. My cock was already rock hard with anticipation. We went to her room. She pushed the stuffed a****ls off of her bed, and started to take her tank top off, exposing her youthful small mound-like breasts with cute little Hershey kiss-like pink nipples. I knelt down and unzipped her shorts, pulled them down to her ankles, then I eased her heart patterned. "It seems that, uh, my sister Joanie, and Wendy, they wanted me to go out to dinner with them tonight. Molly was supposed to baby-sit for me, but she hasn't shown up, and her mother doesn't know where she might be, and... well, I know it's an imposition, Sean, but I don't know who else I can call on such short notice... and I know you're probably busy anyway..."Her voice cut off, and it sounded like somebody grabbed the phone from Lori's hand."Hello, Sean?" It was Wendy who was on the phone,. Then suddenly, making a sound in the empty room like a gunshot, the first blow landed squarely in the middle of her right side, stinging slightly but obviously just a warm up. "One," she said immediately, anxious to please and also because the blow forced her to make a noise of some kind. A pause. One one-thousand one, two one-thousand, three one-thousand. SMACK. The left cheek, stinging slightly more. "Two." Another pause. One one-thousand, two. SMACK "Three." SMACK "Four." SMACK "Five." SMACK.