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She still yearned for Jullian even though she had come to grips with the fact that it was over -- that she would never see him again. And with that realization came the renewed yearning for fulfillment. She again had tried masturbation when Charlie was asleep or gone, but as before, it left her unsatisfied. She needed more. She needed a man. Once, while Charlie was working late she had gone so far as to actually take Don Greenfeld's card from her purse. But memories of Jullian were still too. Spanking her panties for a minute and then another and still two more minutes.Spank! Crack! Swat! Slap! Swap! Splut!The spanking made a strange noise as the hard spanks warmed her bottom and he could see the redden bottom globes turn a bright red under the thin white silk panties as well as the bared area of her lower cheeks.The spanks were not overly harsh, but the cumulative effect turned her” Ouch” to soft cries as he finished up the first segment of her spanking.Spank! Whack! Crack! Swat!. I ran my finger along her ass crack and rubbed her tight, perfect little hole. So fucking sexy, she wasn’t even wearing panties. Kasey gasped and pulled back, looking me on the eyes, she smiled that familiar, devishly little grin. She knew how bad I wanted her and loved it. “Do you want to fuck me?” she asked, her voice, soft and lusty. “Yes, baby!” I said back, without hesitation. “Mmm, do you want to fuck the cum out of me?” In a flash, the meaning of her question struck me hard, but I knew. She was quite famous for annoying the high and the mighty with her down to earth comments on insensitive behavior and seldom was concerned with the aggravation she aroused in high-born quarters. The common folk loved her, of course, because she spoke the language of the streets and never pulled a punch for sake of diplomacy.Please allow me to return to my explanation for my current residence in a sheltered institution for the mentally challenged. I tend to digress when my mind is diverted by.
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