I spank my wife when she is getting stressed out.
With great interest the men looked at her abused cunt.
We have attended several spanking parties and bratting is part of the fun.
The sounds she made were awesome and when I think about that night, I always get excited.
No yummy sex.
Fred took my things so he could put them in the dryer, standing in the bathroom naked, he came with some fresh towels.
I squirmed and wiggled like a bitch slut in heat while his powerful black hand roamed over my sissy butt.
I of course am made to clean up after their lovemaking.
Understandably, Mary was having a splitting headache; besides, she was too hungry to make it back to the hotel which she could hardly see at a distance, so she accepted the offer despite her best judgments.
I was in no hurry to get married and resisted until finally popping the question one night a few months ago.
Robert Baker proposed a "Son of the Saint" solution to the age problem, with Roger Moore appearing in various episodes as the new Saint's father.
It snowed a lot and our whole back garden was covered with snow.