Chapter 2

Mark Walker barely repressed a smile as he hurried into his own clothes and then handed Valerie her dress. "We can't let them get away with it, Val," he repeated. "Otherwise they'll have you feeling you did wrong instead of them."

He watched impatiently as his wife, red-eyed and still sniffling, pulled the dress over her head. He really enjoyed her full-bodied sensuality, but he was eager to begin reaping the secondary fruits of his marriage to her. He had deliberately planted the thought of watching in her daughters' minds that morning, although hardly daring to hope that it would bear fruit so quickly. Still, he had obviously underestimated Ethel, she of the mercurial moods ranging from sullen to vivacious. It was Ethel who had been the ringleader, he was sure; Penny was just an easily-led little round-bottomed dumpling.

He had noticed the partly opened closet door as soon as they re-entered their motel bedroom, and while not entirely sure of the girls' presence he had made sure to make the lovemaking an eye-opener in case they actually were watching. He had posed Valerie several times with an eye to her greater exposure as witnessed from the closet, and he had encouraged her to greater verbal and bodily abandon, an exercise to which her own ardent nature had libidinously contributed.

"Do you think they know you saw them?" he asked as Valerie smoothed down her dress.

"I h-have no idea," she responded shakily. She scrubbed at her eyes with her knuckles. "Give me a m-minute to wash my face, Mark," she pleaded. "I c-can't confront them 1-looking like this." She went into the bathroom, ran the cold water, and laved her face and eyes with the washcloth.

"Ready?" he asked with as much restraint as he could manage.

"Y-yes," she said almost in a whisper after a final glance at her tear-wet eyes in the mirror. She couldn't seem to turn off the tears after the shock of the realization that her daughters had seen her and Mark in such hedonistic carnality no matter how lovingly and mutually congenial.

Mark brushed past her in the bathroom and opened the door of the girls' bedroom without knocking. He strode inside, stern-faced, and Valerie followed a shrinking two paces behind. The girls were seated in armchairs on opposite sides of the room and, knowing her daughters from babyhood, Valerie would have known their guilt even if she hadn't actually seen them emerging from the closet. Penny looked the image of panic-stricken guilt; Ethel that of glacial defiance.

Just months short of her seventeenth birthday, Ethel Walker was an inch taller than her mother with a svelte frame repeating Valerie's lush curves in delightful miniature. Shoulder-length auburn hair caught and reflected the light which also pointed out the light dusting of facial freckles which Valerie knew was continued on her daughter's body. The strong-minded Ethel had often taxed Valerie's patience with attempted rebellions against Valerie's restraints. Ethel considered her mother hopelessly old-fashioned, and Valerie knew that the girl had been amazed when her mother captivated the sophisticated Mark. She should certainly have revised her old-fashioned name tag after what she saw, Valerie thought grimly, her anger at the invasion of her privacy sweeping away part of her mortification as she looked at her older daughter attractively clad in a print dress. Ethel had good clothes sense.

Valerie shifted her attention to the other armchair. Penny, a year and three days younger than Ethel, sat huddled in her armchair with one hand pressed apprehensively to her lips. Clad in faded jeans that hugged her chubby curves, the younger girl was a sweet-faced, sweet-natured youngster but so easily led that she reminded Valerie of herself in her own youth. Shining, jet-black hair framed the youthful features, emphasizing the beautiful skin and slightly turned-up nose. Soft brown eyes were fixed anxiously upon her stepfather, whom the girl had confessed to Valerie was the handsomest man Penny had ever seen.

Mark had paused in the center of the room, theatrically heightening the tension of the moment. When he spoke finally, his voice was so vibrantly harsh that Valerie felt a little chill along her own spine. "Am I to believe that you two girls just injudiciously invaded the sanctity of the marriage bedroom?" he blared at them. "Is it true?" He was staring at the younger girl.

Penny winced visibly. She couldn't find her voice, but nodded helplessly. Tears puddled in her brown eyes, then ran down her cheeks. Her small hands knitted themselves together tightly in her lap.

"What did you think you were doing?" Mark roared.

The girl swallowed hard. "You said-you said mother was h-happy," she whispered, "and I thought-Ethel s-said if we watched we could s-see."

In the other armchair Ethel's chin rose disdainfully at this betrayal of her leadership. Her eyes were fixed on space midway between Mark and Valerie.

Mark's voice quieted suddenly. "But you knew you were doing wrong," he said to Penny.

The girl burst into wrenching sobs, sprang to her feet, and started to run to her mother. Mark extended a pointed finger at her, and Penny stopped as though she had run into a wall. "We -I didn't th-think it would be 1-like that," she sobbed. "I th-thought you'd be k-kissing and- and-" Fresh tears swallowed up her words.

Looking at Valerie's face, Mark knew he had done well to prevent Penny from fleeing to her mother's arms. Compassion was writ large upon Valerie's expressive features, and immediate compassion would have interfered with his plans. He sat down in the armchair Penny had just vacated and patted his thigh. "Come here and get over my knee," he ordered sternly. "Girls who act like children will be treated like children."

"Oooooooh!" Penny wailed in dismay when his meaning became clear to her. Her glance streaked to Valerie. "Must I, mother?"

Valerie hesitated. She would have had no qualms if it had been Ethel about to go over Mark's knees. She groped for a method to differentiate between her daughters' behavior but could come up with nothing. "Yes, you must," she said reluctantly.

Weeping, Penny obediently turned to Mark, who promptly extended her face down across his knees with her chubby buttocks in their oft-washed jeans pointing at the others in the motel room. "Unfasten your belt," he commanded.

He was already unzipping the jeans' side fastening while Penny raised her round stomach and released her belt buckle. Mark at once began to pull the jeans down over the girl's bulging backside, deliberately making slow going of it. His hand alternately fumbled with back and front of the jeans as he tugged downward first in front and then in back. With the jeans part way down and the upper slopes of her white-pantied bottom exposed, Penny gasped as Mark's knuckles grazed her bare stomach.

The jeans slid away suddenly and descended down Penny's tubby thighs, disclosing all of her tight-pantied rear. The girl whimpered as Mark's big hand immediately descended upon the waistband of the panties and the slow unveiling continued. Valerie watched sympathetically as Penny's sobs were renewed while the white panties crept downward over her bottom, revealing the flawless white skin and dimpled amplitudes of her chubby bare behind. From her armchair, Ethel glanced quickly at her sister's exposure, then looked away as the tip of her tongue circled her lips.

Valerie was amazed at the expanse of Penny's posterior ... why, the girl looked like a woman with her full-fleshed globes divided by her deep crevice. It was altogether different from seeing her daughter in the shower occasionally.

Mark moved his thighs under Penny's stomach and her backside trembled as a tuft of thick black hair appeared far down between her clenched thighs.

"This is the way children are treated!" Mark announced in his deep baritone, and spanked a soft globe that rebounded with a quiver. He waited seven or eight seconds before he slapped its twin stingingly.

"Ouch!" Penny muttered, wriggling her smarting fanny.

Almost in slow motion Mark spanked each nude hind cheek again, the loud reports of his palm on the girl's tender seat resounding noisily.

"Oww!" Penny whimpered as Mark did it again. "Owww!" Her thighs widened as she tried to rotate her backside out from under the smarting palm, revealing flashing glimpses of her chubby pink-lipped pussy nestled in its furry embrasure to the watching eyes in the room. "Owwwww! Oooooooh!" Her agitated buttocks turned from pink to scarlet.

"All right!" Mark said after perhaps the twentieth spank. "Go and apologize to your mother!"

Penny wriggled from his knees thankfully, and with no thought of her exposure, trotted to Valerie while clutching her hampering down-drawn panties and jeans at mid-thigh. "Ohhhhhh, m-mother!" the girl wailed, throwing herself into Valerie's arms. "I'm so s-sorry I did it! I never d-dreamed of em-embarrassing y-you!"

Valerie found herself instinctively patting the spank-warmed, glowing bottom-cheeks at which Mark was staring from his armchair. Well, if I was a man I'd probably stare, too, Valerie thought. "Pull up your panties, dear," she whispered to the sobbing Penny. "It's all right."

Penny's face turned as crimson as her backside as she hastily pulled up the drooping panties. Mark sat back in his chair, satisfied. It wasn't his purpose to spank so hard the girls would be reduced to shrieking helplessly from the pain in their flaming seats. No, his plan was different. He intended to make the spankings look good in front of Valerie while in reality his efforts were directed at making the girls' exposure so great that when they had time to think it over afterward there would be no chance of their feeling body-shyness with him in the future.

He crooked a finger at Ethel, frozen in her chair. "You," he said. "Come over here."

She sat rigidly, her eyes flicking from Penny gingerly stuffing her plumpness back into her tight jeans to her mother to whom Ethel couldn't bring herself to appeal. Watching in amazement from the closet at her mother's licentiously bawdy performance in bed with her husband, Ethel had thought with satisfaction that she had rid herself for all time of the moralizing preachments from Valerie which had so exasperated the older daughter. Now the tables were turned somehow, and it was she and Penny who were being shamefully humiliated.

"If I have to come over there and get you," Mark Walker said calmly, "you'll remember for three days that you could have walked over here."

Ethel shivered at the implied threat. Her own bottom had quaked in sympathy with each pistol-like report of Mark's big hand upon her sister's bare flesh. Now she was being coerced into assisting at her own abashed disgrace. But the threat was too real, too imminent, to ignore. She rose to her feet on legs that trembled and approached her stepfather's chair.

Mark wasted no time. He turned Ethel around as he had Penny and doubled the tall-bodied girl up over his knees. He raised her skirt deliberately, folded it twice and deposited it in the middle of her back, then did the same with her slip. Ethel wriggled uneasily, and Valerie stared in surprise at pale blue bikini panties which were Ethel's only remaining covering. Where on earth had they come from, she wondered? Then she recalled the morning's shopping expedition. Trust Ethel to go to extremes.

The crotch-band of the thin material was so narrow that Valerie could see curling tendrils of reddish-brown hair escaping on either side at the base of Ethel's slender thighs. Mark reached for the waistband of the bikini panties, and Ethel's resolve broke. "Please!" she begged. "Not bare!" And then with more of her usual defiance: "You don't have to make a holy show out of me!"

"What makes you think you should be treated any differently than your sister?" Mark inquired, and he leisurely pulled her panties down. Ethel's behind, lacking Penny's dimples and bouncing amplitude, was still sweetly made. Mark gazed down with inward glee at the smooth, velvety surface of gracefully elegant hind cheeks swelling flowerlike from a slender waist. Ethel was a miniaturized version of her mother's womanliness, as Mark instantly recognized.

He began to spank the older girl, and the loud smacks of his palm distressed Ethel almost as much as the quick blaze her stepfather ignited in her soft body-cushions. It sounded so childish! But the increasing conflagration setting her writhing naked bottom aflame soon made her forget her embarrassment about the sound. "Ohh!" she gasped at each burning spank. "Ohhh! Ohhh!" She wriggled furiously all over Mark's knees, disclosing her peach-colored slit and reddish-brown mossy grotto.

Mark suddenly gripped Ethel's left buttock and separated it from its twin, disclosing the paler puckering of her anus as he delivered three final spanks to the girl's quiveringly blushing right buttock. "Now go and apologize to your mother!" he ordered, releasing her. "And decently, or you'll be right back down here again."

Ethel rose from his knees stiffly, trying to restrain her tears. Ignoring the pale blue bikini panties which had descended to her calves during her struggles to escape the scorching palm, the girl hurriedly pulled down her slip and dress to conceal her semi-nudity, but not before she knew her stepfather had an eyeful of her bare belly and the feathery red curls dipping into her thigh-juncture.

Lips compressed tremulously, Ethel shuffled to her mother, hobbled by the down-dropped panties but unwilling to stoop before everyone and pull them up. "I'm sorry, mother," she managed to say in a strangled voice. "I-I shouldn't have done it."

"Satisfactory?" Mark asked Valerie. She nodded, and Mark clapped his hands together so sharply that both girls jumped. "All right," he said briskly. "We're checking out in half an hour, and I want everyone ready. And let's act like human beings on the ride home or we could do this all over again." He fixed each girl in turn with a stern stare before turning to his wife. "Coming, Val?" Without waiting for her reply he walked through the bathroom between the bedrooms.

Valerie followed him and closed their bedroom door. At the sound of the click of the latch, Mark turned to her in pretended anxiety. "Did I overdo it?" he asked. "Did I lay it on them too hard?"

"If anything, you underdid it," Valerie informed him. "Considering the offense. I'd have used a hairbrush and you'd have really heard them squeak."

"I'm not used to the female behind in that position," Mark said. "I was afraid of really hurting them."

"A girl's seat is tougher than you realize," Valerie replied. She tried to smile and found her face stiff. "I'll bet neither of them is more than light pink right now. But you really had the right idea, Mark. When we went in there, I thought I'd never be able to hold my head up in front of them again. Now somehow I have my dignity back. Although it's never going to be the same, of course."

"Some day you'll be able to look back on this and laugh about it," Mark predicted.

"Never!" Valerie returned indignantly. "When I think of what I did, and said, and what you did-" Color flooded up into her features, heightening their attractiveness.

Mark put his arm around her and kissed her on the lips warmly. It was a brotherly, affectionate kiss, not a passionate one, and Valerie responded in kind as her entire body seemed to relax for the first time since she had seen the girls over her shoulder. "Oh, Mark, I love you so much!" she murmured in a voice that quavered despite herself.

He winked at her. "Care to prove it, madam?"

She smiled at him as a warm tide of feeling for this attractive man seemed to banish the body chill she had felt previously. "Not right now, sir," she replied in familiar reversion to her role of demure housewife. "But please ask me again when I've had time to pull myself together."

Mark kissed her again, and Valerie sighed contentedly.

Somehow the nightmare had evaporated.

In the other bedroom Penny Walker watched her sister Ethel pulling the bikini panties up her long legs and over her dusty-pink sleek-looking hindquarters. "Boy, we really got off easy!" the younger girl said fervently. "I thought we were going to get blistered." She rubbed her bottom gently with both palms over her jeans. "How's your behind, Ethel?"

"Perfectly all right," the older girl said crisply as though by the inaccuracy she could deny to herself that her humiliation had ever taken place. "You realize of course that your mother's husband-" She managed to make it sound like a curse word. "-was having a field day seeing what he could see."

"I don't care one single bit what he could see," Penny said candidly. "He could have burned us up, and he didn't."

"And what do you think of your saintly mother now with her mealy-mouthed preaching about ladylike behavior and-"

Penny clapped her hands over her ears. "I'm not going to listen to you, Ethel," she warned. "Mother was happy, and Mark was h-happy-" She started to sniffle. "And w-we were perfect beasts to do what we did!"

"Oh, blow your nose!" Ethel exclaimed in irritation.

Penny uncovered her ears. "Listen, I don't know about you, but when they knock on the door I'm going to be ready."

She found her overnight bag and began packing it.

Valerie and Mark were seated on the chaise longue in front of a gas-log fireplace in the den of Mark's spacious home at eleven o'clock that night. Mark had a Scotch-and-water in his hand and Valerie had a green creme de menthe on the rocks on the floor beside her slippered feet. Mark glanced at his wife appraisingly as he removed his glass from his lips after taking a swallow. "Well, how do you feel now that the shit has stopped hitting the fan, Val, as we say around the office?" he asked lazily.

She slid down the chaise longue until she could rest her head on his shoulder. "Much better, husband," she said softly.

"I'd say your nerves are in better shape," he agreed. "You can't let those kids get you down, you know. Even if they did see-"

She placed a finger over his lips. "I still don't like to even think about what they saw," she interrupted him.

"But we've got a right, Val," he argued. "A perfect right. Whose business is it but ours?" He took another swallow from his glass. "The fact they chose to take a peek doesn't alter the essential fact that it's none of their business." He grinned suddenly. "A fact I believe they'd take an oath to after the waxing I gave their asses."

He sobered. "Speaking of asses, I was startled at the development of both of them at their ages."

"I guess I was nearly as surprised as you were," Valerie admitted.

Mark turned his head and kissed her on the cheek. "With three like that-" He reached down and patted Valerie's backside. "On the premises I can see where Mark Walker has a good chance of developing into an ass-freak. I'll be the one hiding in closets for a look."

Valerie smiled as she returned his kiss. "You won't have to hide to get a look at one of them," she promised.

He patted her again, then raised an eyebrow. "Hmmmm? No girdle, wifie?"

"I never wear one in the house," Valerie confessed. "I guess I'm always hoping you'll feel like playing with something a girdle would only interfere with."

He laughed so hard he almost spilled the rest of his drink. "Now I wonder exactly what that could be?" he inquired with mock solemnity when his chuckles ceased.

"Anything covered by a girdle, sir."

"Like this?" His hand dipped under her skirt, raced up between her thighs, and massaged the thin-materialed panties snugged to her crotch.

Valerie shivered deliciously. "Well, a pantie-girdle anyway," she said. The expression on her wholesomely pretty face changed as the finger continued to massage her. "Let me take them off, Mark," she whispered. "I'll only get them wet."

She raised herself on her knees, skinned the panties downward after .holding her skirt up out of the way, then sat down on the chaise longue again to pull them completely off over her ankles. Mark immediately pulled her across his lap, bottom side up, folded her skirt and slip out of the way, and filled both hands with the springy-solid nude amplitudes of her sleek-looking hind cheeks. Valerie rested on the chaise with her head to Mark's left and her feet to his right with a dreamy little smile on her lips as he fondled, cuddled, and lightly smacked her milk-white globes.

She stirred only when he parted her gratifyingly luxurious croup-cheeks and fingered the depths of her plunging crevice. "You little sinner, you're wet already," he told her then.

Valerie fluttered the muscles in her thighs in pleasurable enjoyment. "I'm always wet when I'm near you, Mark," she murmured with her head pressed into the chaise while the probing finger parted her blond curls and slipped inside her moist pussy-lips. "Sometimes when you just look at me across a room I get wet."

He lifted her upright and sat her on his lap, and Valerie put her arms around his neck. "What in the world were you like at seventeen?" he asked curiously.

"I was married at seventeen," she said soberly. "Three months pregnant. To the boy next door, because I was always easily stirred. It's one reason I've probably been a little too strict with the girls."

"In reaction," he agreed. "How did it happen?"

"Oh, the usual way, I guess." Valerie thought for a moment as she looked back down the years. "We'd always paired off when we were kids. I guess we must have been about eleven when we went through the I'11-show-you-mine-if-you'll-show-me-yours syndrome in his cellar one rainy afternoon. Then he became interested in athletics and I didn't see as much of him. Until one rainy afternoon in my cellar-"

She paused. "Why do so many sexual things happen on rainy afternoons, do you suppose?" she asked.

"Because if it was clear kids would be outside playing," Mark replied. "You were saying?"

"Yes. I was washing out a pair of my father's overalls in the basement washtubs when Jack came down the outside cellarway. He was smoking a cigarette, and I took a couple of puffs. Then he started to-you know-snuggle. I let him go, thinking I had everything under control. Then it was as though an electric current ran through me all at once, and our hands bumped together as we both tried to take down my panties. He screwed me on an old door set up on two sawhorses. Hardly a comfortable initiation, but at that age it's good on a picket fence."

"It will probably be the major regret of my life that I didn't get your cherry," Mark said into her ear.

"I think they're an overrated commodity," Valerie said. "Messy, and the girl cries afterward."

"I wonder if they do today?" Mark said. "I'd think the majority were a little more tough-minded in this day and age." He eased a hand under Valerie's dress, bunched on her thighs, and began to rub the smooth bowl of her naked stomach. "So what happened?"

"The classic pattern," Valerie replied. "We did it three or four more times that month, and then I missed my period. From the date Ethel was born, I was probably caught that very first time. My folks nearly went wild. My father paddled me purple when my mother told him after I told her. I never forgave him for that. What was I going to change then?" She was silent for a moment, eyes fixed broodingly across the room as the big warm hand continued to stroke her belly. "So we had to get married."

"And it wasn't successful?"

Valerie hesitated, again looking backward. "Oh, it was probably moderately successful. When we were in bed, anyway. Which is a stupid thing to say, but the truth. We never had much except that in common. My mother didn't speak to me for a month when I told her I was carrying Penny so soon after Ethel was born. I guess she thought she had a doe rabbit for a daughter. Now they're both gone, and Jack's gone. He was hurt at the factory, and one of the things affected was his privates. It didn't seem serious at first, but it was never much fun for him after that. Then his condition worsened and I nursed him for two years before he died." She was silent again before resuming with a sigh. "It all seems so long ago."

"But it wasn't," Mark pointed out. "You're only twice Ethel's age now. But I never realized you'd been without sex for almost ten years when I met you."

"Until you caught me in the choir loft," Valerie agreed.

"That famous day," Mark chuckled. "In the space behind the organ with the choir practicing on the other side of the partition. Would you believe I attended choir practice that day not only with malice aforethought but with a plan?"

"Really? I thought it was an accident. Like being struck by lightning." Valerie smiled. "It felt like being struck by lightning."

"I couldn't get at you at your home," Mark explained. "The girls were almost always around. I couldn't coax you out of town for a motel weekend. You primly rejected the idea. It was driving me crazy that I couldn't get next to the genteel, refined, sedate, demure big-assed female whom I was positive was a hot piece of goods."

"I was always so afraid of letting that part of my nature show. It seemed-you know-disgraceful. Animalistic."

"But then when I finally cornered you-"

"Ooooooh, my!" Valerie sighed. "I'll never forget it. You were ruthless, and I loved it. Brutal, and I loved it even more. I get squirmy just thinking about it now."

She slid from his la-p, unzipped his trousers, and removed from his shorts his straining white prick she had felt nudging the backs of her thighs. She bent down over his lap and took the reddish-purple head in her mouth, tickling it with her tongue and sucking at it with in-drawn cheeks, then rubbing her ovalled lips along as much of the length as she could get inside her mouth. Mark's hand once again slipped beneath her skirt and slip and played with her nude rump.

"How about a fuck in front of the fire?" he asked finally. "Or are you afraid one of the girls might come downstairs?"

"Let's call them," Valerie said wickedly, then giggled. "No, I'm not nearly that brave. But we're safe. They're both asleep. I looked in at them before I came downstairs just now."

"Then you're for it, Madam Wife," Mark said firmly. "Shape up the racetrack so the horse can trot."

They rose from the chaise and finished undressing. Mark arranged the chaise's pillows in a row on the floor in front of the gas-log. Valerie's firm, voluminous white curves were marbled in the flickering light as Mark put her on her back on the cushions. He parted her legs, and the light glistened on her pale fleece and the paler flesh beneath it. He moved on his knees between her legs, and when he crouched down over her, Valerie reached for his blunt-headed, thick-stemmed long cock and applied its tip to her dewy cuntal-chasm. She raised her legs higher as Mark leaned slowly down into her.

The big white blue-veined prick slid gradually into Valerie's constricting pussy-sheath while Mark, balanced on his hands above her glossy belly, stared down at her face, half-peaceful, half-excited. He joggled his hips, and Valerie's breath whistled in what was almost a squeal.

"Ohhhhhh, Mark!" she moaned, tightening her thighs and clasping her heels together over his back.

"Ask me, sweetheart," he said in the familiar ritual.

"Please fuck me, dear," she responded at once. "Fuck me hard and I'll love you forever."

He lowered his upper body onto the deliciously malleable platform of her warm belly and large, ruby-nippled breasts, then began to swoop in and out of her. In less than a minute he was burying his big prick to the hilt in every wallowing plunge upon Valerie's uptilted love-trench. Her breath hissed and burbled-between her half-parted lips as her heavy hind cheeks bored upward agitatedly while flurrying and churning as her feverishly inflamed cunt engulfed the steady-stroking long cock.

"Mark!" she gasped. "Ohh, Mark!" Her voice turned shrill as her uplifted bare backside twitched and palpitated in a series of throbbing jerks. "Ooooooooooh, I'm coming, Mark! I'm-ohhh!-commming! OHHH-h-h-h-h!!"

He tucked his head in the juncture of her neck and shoulder as her wild-plunging buttocks slowed to a peacefully placid jogging movement. Her hands roamed languidly from his tufted shoulders to his hairy backside as he slammed his hardened rigidity in and out of her streaming cunt. Perspiration dripped from his matted chest onto her breasts, and additional perspiration between their bodies caused their stomachs to part after each of his fierce lunges with a faint sucking sound.

"Love-ly, love-ly, love-ly!" Valerie murmured as the hard prick bored into her soft chalice. "Oh, Mark, if it's only-as good-for you!"

His hips went out of control as hot jets of jism shot up his prick and deluged Valerie's already dripping sex-fissure. "Agggrrrhhh!" he snarled as he creamed her with his boiling load. They rested in each other's arms, both feeling the dwindling descent of his prick in her slot. It finally fell out itself with a soft plopping noise, and they both laughed.

Mark rose and helped Valerie up from the cushions. She wiped herself and him with her panties, then picked up their discarded clothing. Mark stood her up on the chaise, then crouched in front of her and picked her up on his shoulders. Valerie rode him upstairs with her legs over his shoulders and her damp pussy rubbing the back of his neck. "Quiet!" she kept murmuring as he bumped into things. "Quiet!" Then a fit of giggling overtook her.

Mark dumped her onto their bed, rolled in beside her, and they fell asleep in each other's arms.