There was a bit of an internal scandal for a short time and Betty promised her mother that she would not open her knees for any boy unless she told he... first. The keeping of that promise in college was the primary reason she was marked down as a sexual “nothing” in the little black books on campus.In her senior year, Betty’s father was laid off from his employment of almost twenty years as “redundant” and was told there were no funds in the kitty for any sort of pension. As a result she was. “Fancy a hole in one with that driver of yours, mister?” she asked over her shoulder, wiggling her bare ass in the sun.“Fuck,” he said, taking in the sight.“That’s what I was thinking,” Chelsea said. “You’re a smart man. I’m glad I married a smart man.”She ran a hand down her ass crack to her wet slit, then spread her legs, the pink interior of her folds glistening in the sun.Blake looked around. The course was empty. A half torn down building stood in the lot next door, a vacant lot on the. ‘Oh, come now, don’t be so angry with me. I must admit, I thought you’d be much more of a challenge than you were. You came so willingly to me, it’s almost as though you were meant to be here with me.’ He spoke with such a tenderness that she almost vomited. What was he talking about. Please God, she thought, make it fast so I don’t have to suffer. He picked her up off the floor, using the strength she had once wanted to witness. He carried her into a bathroom, and began to slowly untie her. I shifted in my seat, opening my legs a little and talked to Norm's reflection in the driving mirror.We talked about what we had coming up the following week, work and stuff, while Alan popped the buttons on my fly and slipped his smooth, cool hand into my trousers. Norm looked up into the mirror from time to time, he could only see me and wanted to know where Alan was. I told him he was lying down and Alan just said he was sleepy; as he wrapped his fingers around my stiffening cock and pulled.