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He reached to his crotch-his penis-his horse-cock was swelling. . . "I'll help you, Betty," he whispered, lifting his hand. He'd done it before. He remembered the first time when his fingers had trembled as he lifted the hem of her skirt until it was around her waist. She was wearing tight, red briefs that strained over her young, rounded buttocks. "I'll have to take these down," he had told her. "You want to be spanked bare, don't you?" He had slipped his fingers inside the tight waistband, slipped the panties down as she lifted herself slightly to help him. Her buttocks were…mehr

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He reached to his crotch-his penis-his horse-cock was swelling. . .
"I'll help you, Betty," he whispered, lifting his hand. He'd done it before. He remembered the first time when his fingers had trembled as he lifted the hem of her skirt until it was around her waist. She was wearing tight, red briefs that strained over her young, rounded buttocks.
"I'll have to take these down," he had told her. "You want to be spanked bare, don't you?"
He had slipped his fingers inside the tight waistband, slipped the panties down as she lifted herself slightly to help him.
Her buttocks were white, unmarked, and the flesh seemed to quiver in anticipation. He had touched it lightly; it had been soft and warm under his hand.
The memory made Grant's hand tingle with anticipation. He was sweating, but he didn't notice.
She had opened her thighs slightly that time, then closed them-and he had had a brief glimpse of downy brunette pubic hair between the crevice of flesh. She begged him to do it and he spanked her.
His hand came down and he remembered the perverse satisfaction as his fingers sank into the softness of the young girl's buttocks...
She had wriggled her hips and a tiny trickle of wetness oozed between her thighs.
He had let his hand fall onto her bottom; casually, naturally, then gently drew his finger up between the red, throbbing cheeks. He had felt her flesh quivering, and her skin was slightly moist.
"Am I hurting you?" he had asked.
She had nodded an affirmative. But she begged him to continue. Grant remembered that. She had begged him to continue.