Tommy was eager to experiment with Betsy not caring if she was thirteen or thirty and he proved to have hidden skills with his tongue that convinced h...r he was a lot older than he told her he actually was. She was in no position to criticize because her back story was a lot shakier than his sketchy outline of his own experiences. He had no problem in bringing her to the “tingle” she valued best of all and she knew her honey would cure his acne before the cruise was over.Her other admirer was. That and standing around on street corners for some reason! She had blond hair every-where from her huge long blond mane. She also wore cowboy type boots, a micro-skirt that was too small for her and a jacket. Bangles up her arms, make-up splashed on with enthusiasm,Gill often stamped her feet and complained to anyone who would listen that her boss was fucking her.It was hilarious and I used to giggle at her stories."I just finished the evening shift and he dicked me again. Over the fucking. “He could only teach you how to die, or to endure pain, and maybe even embrace pain and death on a sexual level. But the guidance you now require can only be obtained from one who has already reached a higher level of ability.”“Someone such as yourself, I imagine,” smirked Cherrill as she moved her leg away from his touch. “You’re just trying to seduce me!”Michael laughed. There was no rancor in that laugh and his eyes danced with warmth and laughter. “I have already seduced you! Or have you. "We'd better go," I said to the girl quietly. "I'll slow 'em down. Run to the creek, go downstream and wait for me at the first bending." Wait, please," she said as I pushed her toward the back door, but the bunch had their drinks and were moving toward us, grinning like randy fools, hitching their britches and grabbed at their crotches.I yelled "Run!" and grabbed a piece of cordwood from the hearth. I threw that at the men and followed it with a chair. Then it got kind of noisy, and there was.