So why are they always so damn happy? Never without a grin, always giving an enthusiastic wave and a “how do ya do” no matter what time of the day...and no matter what day of the week. Life consistently gives them the shaft and yet they carry on like every day is the best damn day of their life. What’s their secret? Is it a loving partner that cares for them? Nope. Is it a newfound religion? Not likely. Is it drugs? No… well, maybe. But it’s also something else, something much more magical. No,. The blond woman now in her thirties should have taken better careNot to have the boys to look up her skirt at her panties and stare.Her unladylike display was a disgrace!A deserted tent would be the spanking place.At thirty-something, she knew what she was in for.If only her husband was not such a terrible bore!Charlotta looked in the mirror showing fear,as she imagined her bright red blistered rear.Any man smacking her bottom could spell trouble.And the old man had a wooden ruler to turn her. He couldn't remember her name but he sure as hell would remember her fucking great tits. Joey sighed happily and fell asleep with a tit in his mouth and his dick still in the slut's cunt.Joey woke up a couple of minutes later when he felt hands moving him off of his slut. He was groggy and asked what they were doing. Someone said he was being greedy and hogging her all to himself. Joey saw a few more of his friends that hadn't been there earlier and saw three of them now around his slut,. "In my bag, there is a jockstrap. Put it on and come back out here and pull your trousers down. If you are brave enough to do that in public, then you can have sex with me." I raised my eyebrows and hooked my thumbs into my belt loops. I had always had low inhibitions and wasn't afraid to strip in public. Slowly, I eased by jeans down over my hips and down my legs. She bit her lip and I noticed as she subtly put her hand to her crotch and began rubbing it though her skirt. I glanced around me.