And she understood."Yes, Sir, I am. I am ready." Where did that come from?" she calmly asked herself as he began gently rubbing her ass, and then ...atting it.THWACK!!!!Her mind shut itself completely as he swatted her ass, hard. Her mouth gave a little half-grunt, half-sigh. He hit her again, and her pussy began to throb with radiating waves of heat and sensation. Again, and she actually sighed. Sighed! She marveled at the thought as she felt her body again betraying her and relaxing into. Pride and fear had kept her from telling him how much she desperately needed to feel his arms around her and and for him to nuzzle her hair and whisper "I love you, baby. It'll all work out." She wanted to call out his name and beg him to stay, but the little voice inside her head told her that she wasn't that weak and to let him walk away, forever if need be. With a hollow, empty feeling deep in her soul, she watched Stephan drive away.With the memories of the past threatening to overwhelm. His hand paused for a moment and then resumed his caressing. Irealised that I was incredibly turned on by his actions and I startedmoving my butt in movements to increase my pleasure. Slowly I reachedbehind me to cup what I hoped was his groin (not the groin of a totallyinnocent person who happened to be crammed into the same location) and wasrelieved to find a long hard bulge in the mans trousers.I felt my skirt being inched upwards, sliding up the back of my legs. Beinga long and flared skirt. I felt the hot water pour over my head and down my front. My jeans were almost immediately wet. When I think back on it, it felt pretty good getting wet like that, but I was too distracted by Jen to notice.Jen started to dance under the stream for me. She put her hands over her head and wriggled up and down and an experienced dancer. She waved her hips side to side and cocked her head. She then slowly removed her shirt until she stood there wearing just her jean-skirt. I was like a deer.
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