“Don’t forget that you’re a lying, manipulative schemer too, Strawberry,” I said, pulling my fingers out and slapping her opened cunt. Cherry ...ooked over at her when I did that, probably identifying with Berry’s predicament. I regularly beat Cherry’s pussy although I’d taken to using a spatula on her cunt whereas I was only using my hand on Berry’s at this point.Another thing I planned to do was call her Strawberry when she was immersed in the advanced training. Either name was correct, however. "So where are you from?" Heather asked. It was hard for Jordan to hearat first with the running water but then she started lathering up theshampoo, she had shut the water down.Jordan cleared his throat and remembered to use a soft whispery woman'svoice when talking."My sister and I are from the east coast," he replied in a voice that hewas really proud of."Did you move out this way with just your sister?" Heather continued toask."Yes, I got a job at a big manufacturing plant, I start tomorrow. There was a pretty good crowd at Centennial Park, and the weather had cooperated nicely for a change, with none of the usual afternoon thunderstorms that our area is known for in the summer. Even the mosquitoes weren't too bad. Mary's folks had their own blanket and her younger sister, Alexa, shared another one with her boyfriend, "Horse."Well, actually, his real name was Bob Wessel, but he picked up the nickname in high school. I figured at first that it was a bad play on the name of the Nazi. She undressed and put the t-shirt on. I had a quick glance at her very perky nipples but I was not quite sure if she was cold or if she was still turned on. She pulled her knees up and pulled the shirt over them. But a couple of minutes later she put her right leg up and hung it out the window, her foot on the right rear mirror. The way she was moving and wiggling there in my car was truly hot. The shirt was now not even able to cover her crotch all the way. “I – kind of – feel …”She made a.