It was like I was captive to her, unable to deny the fact that she loved me, understood me, made me feel all better inside, and was quite possibly THE...BEST KISSER Ive ever had. Only now, it wasnt just kissing she was going for. And I REALLY wasnt going to stop her. Right there, under that little oak tree off the lake, she was going to fuck me. She fumbled with my jeans, trying to unbuckle my belt to pull out my already hard 8 inches that were straining at the fabric of my pants. As she began to. "She's ready mistress" Carol told Betty and moved off to one side. Betty came up to me, caressed my face, "You fuckin' whore" she whispered to me, "This is how I punish my whores" and with that, she backed up and without missing a step, took one step forward and brought her leg up and landed her foot in my cunt. I screamed as much as I could with my mouth open and stuffed with that ball as Betty again swung her leg up and landed a second blow to my cunt. The pointed toe`s finding its mark as. I have heard so much about you.”“I hope it’s all good.” I replied quickly.“Oh yes, in fact it’s all very good, Jennifer gives you high marks.” she replied, looking at Jennifer and smiling.“Well, I am glad I get a passing grade.” I responded.Both of them laughed, looking at each other. I was beginning to wonder, just how much these two shared about their private lives with each other. I noticed they appeared to be really comfortable with each other, almost like one was an extension of the other.. And so, like I always did, I changed my perception and embraced the swirl of energy as if Everett had again come to visit and to remind me that everything is just dandy with him. Is that when I first discovered that traversing back and forth from the struggle of suffering to the stoicism of security actually created my own personal meandering path of becoming creatively engaged in life? Now, my creative mind worked quickly to imagine that any heaviness of sadness was Everett’s way of asking.