With his broad palm pressing down on me and dexterous fingers dancing on my clit and as worn out as I felt, his touch was still so stimulating. He wor...ed my clit knowing orgasm was near, “Hold it, hold it…” he commanded.I had to dig into what little energy I had left, to focus everything I had on not cumming. His finger taunted and teased and I teetered on the edge, wanting to jump, to fly yet equally desperate not to fall or fail. He gave a tug on the chain, yanking my nipples.“Cum now you. If you don't, oh, well.)So, things were wonderful until Mattie was about thirteen and she turned into a little bitch. Yes, little bitch. Especially to me. Was I confused and, of course, hurt. She just became a hateful young girl, toward me, especially.Everything I said to her was spewed right back at me in a snarl. Even her mom was told off when she tried to talk to her about it. She just spit back, "He's your husband, not mine. I don't have to be nice to him, you do."Oh, she was something. It. It really did taste nice. I looked up at Betty who was grinning like a Cheshire Cat.“What do you feel like now? EBetty asked in a low husky voice. I shrugged my shoulders; not knowing what the correct answer was meant to be. “Come on. EShe urged as she got back to her feet. “Let’s go to the top of the hill. E Thankfully Mister was now a lot calmer but kept close to me as we walked and chatted. Betty wanted to know everything about my life and didn’t believe me when I told her how few. She's pretty tall; tall enough that it's one of the defining characteristics about her, but that certainly hasn't done anything to eliminate her curves, which are very accentuated. The two of you have had a very odd relationship since you were in elementary school, but you've never actually hooked up yet. She's a little into the darker side of life, and expresses it by wearing torn clothing and a multitude of jewelry and sporting a head of long, red-dyed hair.Sitting next to her in the.