To my surprise Nidhi was more than ready to receive her part. After this my mom-in-law got started and said “both of you stand straight and hold you...r ears”. As we stood there holding our ears, she brought out her cane and said “Nidhi, show me your hand…” Nidhi pleaded with her “mom, please give it to me on my buttocks”. Nidhi had confessed to me once that taking canings on buttocks hurts much less than taking the cane in bare hands. My mom-in-law relented and said, “OK, Nidhi remove your jeans. He was suffering, and yet, at the same time, I knew he was enjoying it in that way that only under these conditions could you use such a word!By then, Walter's fat cock was standing up as stiff as possible; and I could feel it throbbing and beating like a heart. His need to ejaculate was as it's most intense; and this was where I personally enjoyed keeping him for a little longer each time.But I wasn't totally without mercy, and so, I looked up into his face, and our eyes met once again and I. It finally came to a stop in front of double-wide four-bedroom manufactured home that sat in the middle of a secluded part of the 100-acre farm. The passengers disembarked. Deacon Carter unlocked the door to let the group members inside. He and Jackson had been there earlier that morning. Jackson pointed to the singers to the table in the dining area. There were five juice boxes, five pills, and five covered containers filled with two-tablespoons of peanut butter. Jackson announced, “Choirboiz!. Her hair was plastered to her head, her makeup was running, and she stank of sweat and sex, with just a hint of perfume mixed in. In other words, she looked and smelled great. Natalie chuckled nervously, propping herself up on her elbows. "Feels like it's been forever since we got together," she said. "I know," I said, leaning down to plant a soft, exploratory kiss on her lips. She kissed me back, reservedly. I leaned back and stared at her, drinking in her beauty. She could keep her hair like.