For her, I always added an extra fifty dollars, not so much for her but, as Cecily said, for myself. ‘Hello, Jim.’ ‘Susan,’ I said, nodding my...head. ‘I haven’t really had a chance to thank you for what you’ve done for me. I truly appreciate it. I know you didn’t have to do it.’ ‘Yes… well, consider it for old time’s sake. I’ve, uh, got to go.’ I turned to leave. She sighed and lowered her eyes. ‘Jim? I’m sorry. I don’t have an answer for you.’ I stared at her for a moment, surprised at her. Is that for me," Beth said, looking at my erection poking half way out my boxers."Yes, honey. It's for you. But not at the moment," I told her. "We've got to get going or we'll be spending all day in this camper making love." Sounds good to me," she said. "I've got a lot more I'm wanting to try." Maybe later," I said. "We've got a whole month up here together. Now that this barrier between us has been blown away, I've got to be careful that you don't give me a heart attack." Looks like I. I suspected that if we hadn’t started dating as early as we did, that I would have never stood a chance with her. Beth was a classic late bloomer. We started dating just before her 15th birthday. She was a twig, six foot tall and all arms and legs. We were both geeky and awkward, so we made a perfect match. Over the next three years, Beth filled out a little. Her long legs now ended in a well-curved ass. Although she had an hourglass figure, when viewed from behind, her tits never did seem to. Justice. Sweet justice. Memories came as goose bumps prickled the back of his neck. He was getting close. Any other time, the tragic memories would have been too painful to bear. But not anymore. Now they only heightened his sexual pleasure and vindication.He remembered the time he was chained to a pole in the plantations courtyard and whipped. All this because he laid hands on a white overseer who was fucking his sister. He came upon them under the shade of a tree. Her pretty black.