I am not sure what had me charged up so, but I hit him hard enough to crack many bones in his wrist. He screamed in pain and dropped the knife. That w...s what I was looking for and danced around him striking him in every one of his joints until he fell to the floor.This was when Earl said to me, “I don’t know what is wrong with Pam, but she won’t stop crying.”“Okay, I’ll look after her. You go find your mother and tell her that I need her in the barn as soon as she can get here. Tell her I said. Imagine a Mediterranean Jennifer Connelly. Her name was Diane and she was a rich girl (seems like they stick together) Every time I saw her I would imagine the Douche-Nozzle boring the shit out her with his pompous stories of elite soirees on country club lawns. She always looked bored and irritable (who could blame her?) Occasionally, we would say hello or have casual chit-chat, but frankly I couldn’t stomach the idea that the DN was fucking her and my disdain for her must have shown through.. So I sat back and waited for his call, my mind drifting back through the years.It was 30 years ago and the late seventies when the sexual revolution of the Summer of Love was fading away but the scare of AIDS hadn't dampened our sexual enthusiasm. I was in senior high and just an average student with no idea of what I wanted to be in life. One of my teachers had sent me to the school office to collect some papers he had forgotten and while I stood and waited for the secretary to get off the. .your kitten need you inside her" begged Diana as my tongue speared her cunt. Taking pity on my beautiful kitten I slowly worked my way up her body, spending a lot of time worshiping every inch of her delectable stomach and chest. Soon I made it up far enough that I was holding myself up above her, her expression looking at me with large pleading eyes and a shy playful smile.Without saying anything I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers, trying to convey all the love I held for her in that.