He knew me and I knew him. Furthermore he respected me. All that and he was a Marine too.Then my luck changed. I saw a woman walk in. She started whis...ering to Major Stone.Then Major Stone handed her the school jacket he was wearing.She put it on.Another student offered him his jacket.Oh dear.Over forty years of living on this planet has taught me that there is something worse than a woman scorned. And I'm not taking about a woman with PMS. I'm talking about a mother whose child was hurt on. Some more slaps, and the crowd counted, the strokes. When it got to ten, that seemed to be it, so I of off her lap, knelt at her feet and beamed up at her. I actually felt happy, not quite high.She looked a little more certain now as she said, "He did seem to enjoy that." (I did.) Then she scooted down, and her stretchy pink minidress rode up to reveal her turned on pussy. That was my cue, I knew what to do. I like going down on any woman, but Bea will always be special, she was the first. She was sliding my dick up and down her ass, only separated by a thin pair of wet panties. She briefly stopped grinding as she turned around to face me. She intertwined our legs started grinding her soaking pussy on my dick. I reached my hands into her panties and grabbed her hot, smooth, naked ass and pulled it closer to me. She started sucking hard on the skin of my neck. I got up and sat on the edge of the bed. I took her by her waist and put her on top of me facing me with her legs wrapped. She lived with her three older step-brothers and her Pa (who was really her step-father - her father died just before she was born and her mother just after she turned 10), and a few farmhands: four black men and a fat white man who bullied them. They were fairly poor, she hardly ever had new clothes, only her brothers' old clothes and what was given by relatives, and she had to sleep in a room with her youngest step-brother, four years her senior. Life was not pleasant for her, she had to work.