Kristin and Miss Reid were indeed inside, my sister sitting casually on the teacher's desk with her legs dangling over the edge as the two of them tal...ed. Their conversation had temporarily stopped as we interrupted, but Kristin grinned as she saw us come in."You remember Kyle don't you Miss?" Kristin said. "And I'm not sure if you've ever met Shannon...." Um, no I don't think so," Miss Reid said a little hesitantly."Well anyway they're the ones who are going to be practicing with me," Kristin. She was way too strong forme and she was very violent. I ended up apologizing and she let me go. Iwas rubbing my shoulder and she told me that the next time, I wouldn'tget off so easy. I started to say something when she kicked me reallyhard in my stomach. I doubled over in pain and that's when my brother Roncame in asking what was going on. She blamed me for being a jerk. I was12 and kind of sarcastic but that's no reason for such a violentreaction. She was sadistic but I haven't met any woman. .."Immediately I interrupted her. "Wait for me in the bedroom." I escaped into the night and walked for some distance, barely noticing the spray of water crashing the sea wall and soaking my casual clothing.Don't get me wrong - she can and often does get me mad, yet never to the point where I had to leave to regain my composure. If there was anything in life I feared it was losing my temper. When it happened, nothing good ever came about it. It had not happened in years - long before I ever met. It was Simon he had called round for my daughter. My pussy started to get wet as I let him in. He sat in our dinning room and I took the chance to sit opposite him, I was feeling really nervous and could see him looking at my tits. When I looked down my blouse was slightly open and he could see part of my tits and my skirt had rode up to reveal a small amount of stocking top. Simon was wearing a light blue pair of jogging pants and as we chatted I encourage my skirt to ride up reveling my.