Sheryl simply cannot afford a week off. I would love it if you accepted my invitation to come with me."And that is when it hit me that I had made rese...vation upgrades to a clothing optional beach. At that point I just let Carol hug me and bury her head in my shoulders, soft breasts squishing against me, deciding to wing it.The first of July saw us being shepherded to the airport by Carol's mother. I really liked Janice. I never took her as the woman who would replace my mother, but rather, the. “You didn’t have to come with me.”“There is no way we were going to let you take off on your own,” he replied, shaking his head. “It always best to have someone else along for things like this. Besides, you could have been stuck waiting for one of us to come get you if they hopped you up on any pain meds.”“By why did you have to take me?” The question came out far more petulant than she intended.“What, tired of me already?” the country superstar asked, giving her a troubled sideways glance. “We. But my story begins while working at the caravan park. It was a beautiful summers day and I was walking along the trail behind the caravan park which leads to the river. It's an easy walk usually taking only about fifteen minutes but today I was on rubbish duty. It is surprising how many people just dump their rubbish as they walk the local bush tracks. The path forks just before the river with a thin track that leads further upstream. Most tourists follow the main track but that day I decided. ..o-order-s...” I finally stammered out, and you released me, straightening your posture above me. I blinked a few times as I inhaled deeply, adjusting my vision. “Now, open your fucking mouth.” Your patience had run out, and I obediently opened my mouth. Without hesitation, you stuffed a few pieces of tissue paper in, effectively silencing me. You lifted a hand and roughly slapped my face, not once, not twice, but three times. My face stung and burned by the time you finished, but the paper.