His face was contorted as swarthy skin became darker on his cheeks, anger flared to a boiling point.“Yeah,” the bartender said, “This my fucking...place, I didn’t invite you in here, you fuckin’, cracker, ho.”“I — I — ju — just want to ...” Kristen stammered.“Nobody gives a shit, what you want, cracker. You got that?” the big man on the barstool interrupted her.Kristen looked around, hoping that someone would stick up for her. It became evident that nobody, including the bartender, would side. You deserve it."That night when the 3 older girls went into their own separate beds, they clutched their vagina's very tightly. Each one thinking about what would happen tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that. They had the whole week to be alone. Just thinking about it made them wet below. They couldn't even fall asleep.The next morning, Abby, Kacey and Amanda all woke up when they heard their mother getting ready to leave. They ran downstairs to the front door where they saw. The next traffic light was a small boy selling flowers I just spread my legs wide open and showed him my wet g sting but frankly he saw my whole ass as I was wearing such a short skirt. He kept begging for money but in his mind he was begging for my pussy. Next we went to a mall I put my bra on as it would take a lot of courage to do that with the kind of top I was wearing and went to Macdonald’s and we sat on those stools there and people enjoyed staring at my sexy legs once in a while I even. Our pact was that we wouldn't swing for six months. If we lasted until then, we would reintroduce it slowly into our relationship. It was a loose deal but one we stuck to. She had made it very clear that she wouldn't give up the lifestyle and I had agreed, accepting that it was part of her and that it would become a part of our relationship. In truth that was one of the things she loved about me, my acceptance of her for who she was and what she loved to do. She liked to cook and she like to.