My cock strained to be free of my clothing and swung to point at her as my pants slid down from my hips. “Oh my God.” Kara gasped, her eyes wideni...ng in what looked like fear. She reached out with both hands, wrapping them around the shaft of my erection one above the other, the bulbous head of my cock extending toward her beyond her two-fisted grasp.“Oh my God.” She repeated, her voice tremulous in its reverence.Sliding back to my knees, I leaned to kiss her again, her lips parting to give my. Behind her, she heard a groan. Someone else was in the room, someone who was suffering as much as she was. Betty slowly turned her head and saw a young teen dangling from the pulley assembly in a wildly contorted position."Annette!" she cried.The young girl jerked in response to her name. With small movements she was able to twist around and face her mother. The ropes pulled awkwardly on her body. It was a terrible punishment, one the coach and David must have spent some time thinking. ...indeed lightly smacking her. Her knees were still up and an incoming wave that was at her ankles was lightly spraying her barenaked cunt. The next wave sprayed her more thoroughly and the one after lapped at her cunt like an unruly dog. Each wave slapped her more strongly and she was breathing heavily as her skirt became soaked and she was not looking forward to having to move up the path. But she was no fool and she knew that she could have a few more minutes of this delightful illicit. She cleaned up the kitchen while I sat at the kitchen table, eating the bologna sandwich and chips she had fixed for me. She was wearing shorts and an oversized T-shirt, and with her blonde hair in a ponytail could almost have passed for a college coed. Miss November came to mind.After I finished, I thanked her and started to leave. "Next Saturday, same time OK, Mrs. Martin?" I asked."Sure, Kevin," she said, smiling at me. "I have a lot more stuff for you to do. And it's going to take you quite.