Isabella’s Sexual And Spanking Fantasy Comes True
A long time ago, but a wonderful memory (of the bits that happened)
Four of us, including Peter, waited in the car to cross the flash-flooded river. My frustration at being only a few inches from him, yet unable to do more than make small talk, was unbearable. Since I met him, I had wanted him to screw me, but circumstances ruled it out. The project was a veritable hothouse of rumours, and I had to keep a tight lid on my feelings. Peter, although only young, was quite a big fish by any me...