The foggy edges of the dream crept into my conciuos mind, soft and wet, sliding over me. I fought to hold onto the wamr feelings inside me even as mm... body was waking up. The sun was already shining in the room, and my eyes blinked open. It still took a few moments to realize Julie was the cause of my dream. My panties were off somewhere, my legs spread and her head bewteen my legs. I reached down, my fingers slipping into her soft red hair. She murmured againt my pussy and ket licking,. She was eighteen now, old enough to take a husband. Older, in fact, than many girls her age who were already married and starting to raise families. She wanted a man, and she had chosen Jean, the handsome and brave soldier from Canada. She was jealous; that was it. She wanted him for herself. That had to be the reason. Her anger boiled and she wiped away her tears, wondering if Jeannette was out there with him now, helping him bathe. She continued to seethe for several minutes, thinking. To his surprise, it was Annie who jumped out of the drivers side and stood looking at him. He scowled again as he approached her.“What the fuck do you want?”She glared back at him, not giving an inch.“Brother Marvin has something he’d like to say to you, face to face.”“Why the heck didn’t you bring him with you, then?”She grinned. It wasn’t a pleasant grin.“Oh, I did, honey. He’s in the truck bed. He’s sure keen to speak with you.”She reached back into the truck, and he jumped in fright as he. I draped myself over his lap. No caressing this time. Crack! It hurt. “You're making your point,” I told him. Crack! “Not so hard,” I said. I pleaded. I negotiated. Crack! I started crying. I was insignificant. He was going to whip me, humiliate me, and leave me. I went limp. I accepted this. No, I approved this. Crack! Please spank me again, I thought. As long as my worthless ass was under his hand, he was still here with me. He stopped then. He rubbed me, which stung a little. I couldn't see.