” I told her. Now my hand and fingers could wander and explore her sex between her legs. I was surprised because Katie was a little wet already.�...��Now turn around, so that I my see your spankable nice bottom.” I ordered.When she turned around, a very nice round, smooth, tight bottom greeted me. “Keep your legs parted for me.” I told her as my hands explored every inch of this naughty naked bottom. Katie stood on her tiptoes as my fingers found her sex again.In her email, Katie expressed. ..and..... But she just tried to think of that as training. That was what he had called it; "training" for when she grew up and got married....so she would know how to please a man with her hand...and with her mouth...and with her...... Alexis tried not to think about those "sessions". After a few minutes of very heated kissing and petting her father finally spoke up. "Sweetheart," he said sweetly, "I'm sure Mr. Adams has never seen a cheerleaders butt before. Why don't you pull down. My stiletto heels clicked on the wooden floor along the beautifully lit corridor, our hands intertwined. The fresh smell of the lilies in the oversized vases filled my nostrils, as I hurried along behind him. Our hotel room was last door on the left. He took the room key from the inner pocket of his suit jacket, dangling it in front of me. His other hand holding mine, our fingers laced together as he raised them above my head, pushing me against the door. Our mouths and tongues once again. Wayne went to the Rathskellar after classes to relax, have a beer or two, listen to the music, and maybe even read a book. The college bar was a warren of rooms and alcoves furnished in rustic brick and stained wood throughout.While the bar was standing room only in the front where the band was blasting away at 110db, in the back there was plenty of room to stretch out and relax. The music was relatively distant and quiet in the rear of the bar.Wayne found one of the back rooms relatively.