This story isn’t about me… it’s about Betty. Betty the Beauty. But things got awfully confusing awfully fast, and so, for the sake of simplifyin...g it even a little, I’m going to step in first and introduce the characters. After all, I’ve known all the participants in our tale the longest. But the thing is: where do I begin? Most people would say that I should begin at the beginning, but I’ve always been a rebel, so I’m going to tell you the end of the story… or at least, the end as far as I’M. ‘And it must be very sensitive, yes? An ass that luscious is just crying out to be touched, isn’t it?’ It certainly was! Even the tight denim of her jeans felt great, and she had a sudden urge to ask if he wanted to have a feel for himself. Keith had been more of a tit-man, really, but he hadn’t neglected her behind either. She remembered one night, for instance, when he’d bent her over the arm of the couch and spanked her until her ass was bright red and burning. She had been shocked to find. It was extremely hard on Karen since she always wanted k**s but her hubby and refused to have c***dren. So the divorce was nasty and ugly in every respect. Karen had decided to move back to her old home town where all her family and old friends still lived. So while she tried to get back on her feet, she had come to stay with us.Karen was plump lady with a great smile on her face all the time. My mother and Karen spent hours every night chatting away and I heard a lot of laughter and giggles.. Es war Nachmittag, doch die Wolken verdunkelten den Himmel enorm und manf?hlte sich wie in den fr?hen Abendstunden. Es regnete in Str?menw?hrend amerikanische Taxis und andere gro?spurige Stra?enkreuzer an unsvor?ber zogen. Und auch wenn es mehrere M?glichkeiten gegeben h?tte, dieStra?enbahn oder den Bus zu benutzen, liefen wir. Der Regen hatte nichtsschweres an sich sondern etwas erfrischendes, was mir nach dem langenFlug sehr gut tat. Au?erdem hatte uns der Regen schon fr?her niewirklich.