Her momma would never know. Carrie got even.Lying on the plastic-covered mattress, once again bound to the four corners of the brass bed, Carrie consi...ered ways she could defy Baldy. Her defiance would need to be undetectable, like not thinking about what she'd done to defy her mother. Carrie wanted to get even.In an hour, maybe less, he'd return and... and... She tried not to think the word. It was a bad word. Still, she couldn't stop the word from echoing in her mind.He'd return and fuck her. It was a narrow row of coarse sand near a small marina; but far better than nothing at all. First things first; I had to jump in and get wet. The water was cool and refreshing and sucked the heat from my over heated torso. Next, what else! Lie in the sand with a drink and check out the scenery. It appeared that this private spot was also a favorite for some of the locals. The scenery was better than I had imagined. There were several teen babes that caught my interest; all within just a few. These were punctuatedwith more whomps across the face with bernice's engorged clitty. Andafter what seemed like only a few seconds jasmine was once again chokingon bernice. She tried to pry some space between her face and the wet,smelly pubes into which it was smashed by pressing her hands againstbernice's thighs, but it was no contest; bernice was the stronger sissy,and jasmine was helpless.Joy looked over at Lorraine who was mesmerized by the scene before her."What do you think your little. I had several attempts at drafting it, and then tried to do a fair copy without too many crossings-out.It was actually very hard work writing a love letter, and I hoped that Julie would realise how hard I had tried.I also hoped she could read my scrawl - my Dad said that I could have had a career as a doctor or pharmacist, but that my handwriting was just too awful even for that low standard!I got to the Salad Bar in the Union just before one o'clock. Julie was already waiting for me; I gave.