I started thinking about Peter and I and our friendship, butas my thoughts wandered, I started to get images of the both of usgrowing up. We were alwa...s together; he would always protect me and makeme feel safe. I had images of us playing dress up, I would be theprincess and he would be the brave prince. We'd play doctors and nursesand I'd be the dutiful nurse. We'd play mummy's and daddies and I'd bethe mummy. Then the thoughts moved on and we were at school, I wouldalways chat to him at break. .......but only briefly as now the leather strap is directed at my belly, my rib cage and my naked breasts........SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! the blows continue until the familiar red stripping begins to decorate my chest. My nipples are hard and my eyes filled with tears..........and still my pussy quivers and glistens in it's wetness. Finally the trashing of my body ceases and with one swish of the pocket knife my bonds are cut and and I drop to my knees. He stands over me gazing. Then she slide to the side so to lie beside her daughter on the bed, pulling me round with her so I was on my knees between her legs. Though the whole manoeuvre she kept my cock deep inside her. She really knew what she was doing, so I let her take full control which was a first for me.She lay there gently rotating her hips. I began to slide in and out of her. It felt amazing. It felt as if it was one long orgasm. She closed her eyes and moaned as I felt her pussy contract around my cock and. "Real good -- as long as I keep wet and get a cold drink every now and again." I answered. "You been swimming?" "Not yet. We just got here," bikini said. "Best thing is to get wet and keep that way. Air conditioning at Lake Powell is neck deep and keep your hat wet." They both laughed. "Where can you go to go swimming around here? We really haven't seen anyplace to get to the waters edge." "Boy I tell ya," I began. "The truth is, Powell is real hard to get to -- without a boat. The highway.