Jenny lie on her back, arms up under her head, with her eyes closed. Art was on his side looking at her. She had on a yellow sun dress. Her hair was u...p in a bun. Her sandals were off, laying to the side of the blanket. A pine fragrance came from a nearby strand.Without opening her eyes, Jenny said, matter-of-factly. "Come over here. Rub me." Okay."Lying next to Jenny, Art ran his right hand the length of her left arm, then across her midriff.Jenny let out a soft chuckle. She took his hand off. Then I tied her hands behind her back and instead of tying her feet together I put her on her knees and roped her ankles to her wrists behind her back.Now whether kneeling or laying on her back, she wasn't going anywhere.I didn't want to deal with two girls at once, so I had other plans for the Black girl.When she began to come to I was behind her with a length of soft nylon rope. I slipped it around her neck in a clove hitch and pulled it tight, and began strangling the young thing.I had cut. The following day was so slow, work seemed to last forever. I could hardly concentrate. My cock throbbing, I had to have 3 wanks just to get it to go down. After work I rushed home, had a long shower. Washing my 8" cock and now near empty balls vigorously before soaping up and fingering my ass a few times (just in case). I told my girlfriend I was going for a few drinks with a workmate (a guy I knew she didn't like so she wouldn't come), told my parents the same and not 2 wait up because I. No holiday cards no contact whatever. But that was about to change. And, I was put in a position that would make it hard if not impossible to object.Tina and Ronald were about to get married. And, yes, in this marriage I was slated to be the actual daddy of record not my ex-wife’s, Glory’s, husband, Ian Longstreet. I’d said yes to all of their requirements and one or two of which were kind of a tough nut for me. One: she was marrying into the Hardy clan. And two, obviously: the Hardys would be.