Her body snapped upright as she whirled to face me. Her reaction, not surprisingly, was instantaneous. When she was again poised as high as she could go she hissed, “Don’t you dare… After a while I said, “Pull your panties down and keep going.”
“Oh!” she huffed angrily, and straightened just enough to free both hands momentarily while she yanked her panties half-way down her thighs, then returned to supporting herself with her left hand while stroking herself with the fingers of her right. To an outsider it would have seemed almost as if she were jumping up and down as my thrusts lifted her off her feet again and again. The panties she’d worn on other occasions were no longer hanging there, and she told me that she had run out of room so she’d gone out and bought the largest scrapbook she could find and transferred them to that. Then I put down both camera and ruler, lifted her left leg and spun her so that the top of her head was on the floor between
