"I really mean it. Thank you. I didn't mean to seem ungrateful."Grace patted her arm. "I understand. You're most welcome." See you tomorrow." Tomorrow..."* * *On her way back to the carriage house, Marcia thought about what Grace hadsaid. She hadn't judged Marcia, but that wasn't Grace's way. The problem washow could Marcia keep from judging herself? How could she forgive herself?No the gift that Grace had given her didn't suit her at all. It was as ifshe'd gotten a magic box but not the. ...........so again back to the principles office we both go..i cant believe you kicked matt in the balls area.. you two have been going on like this long enough and you too are gonna make up for itso she invented this thing called the friend system.... and it really is the stupidest idea ever basically i help him academically and he helps me physically.. like get bullies away.. and we had to pretend to be friends and sit together at lunch and wear this stupid bage with the words friends on it. She was a bit thick, with round hips and huge tits. She used a very tight uniform. She looked at me and grabbed my chin. She made me look at her and then she introduced herself as Daisy.Suddenly she pulled my trousers down my thighs and began to jerk my now hardened dick. She laughed, saying it was not a bad for a little white cuckold…Anita looked down, seeing my cock was responding to the black girl’s hand massage.Then my sweet wife was pushed onto her knees in front of me and the cook told. I went over to the pool side bar and asked Dave her husband to pour me a Grey Goose vodka straight up. He handed it to me with a quizzical look on his face. I threw it back swallowing the whole shot in one large gulp. I couldn't tell if the tears in my eyes were from the burning alcohol in my throat, or the betrayal I was feeling. I slammed the glass back down on the bar and demanded he hit me again. "Gawd, I was sounding like a dance hall girl in an old western movie." I thought to.