I was bullied as a child, and I reached the end of my tether around seventh grade.My family moved to a new city, my father having been transferred. We... joined the local Baptist church, as we were wont to do.There I met my salvation, a bully named Gerald C.Gerald was piece of shit of the first order, a bully and sociopath and general candidate for the state pen. He worked his hatred on those smaller and younger and less able to resist.Too bad he ran across me.He gave me some shit at church. At. "Good job well done" he announced and handed me a ten pound note,"Thanks Dave" he said gratefully, "I appreciate your help, unless I ring you, tell Karen not to bother coming in, I don't reckon this fucking snow's going to stop today"It certainly didn't look like it would stop as I made my way carefully back round to my flat, if anything it was coming down harder and the flakes were getting bigger.She was right, she WAS all warm and cuddly when I got back, she looked sensational in one of my. Underhill, what is your first name, I mean if we're going anywhere with this I don't think I'm going to want to call you Mrs.She told me she was called Carol and started to talk about our proposed threesome and I cut her off. "No, let's wait to Sally gets here so we can make sure everyone knows what we're talking about, while we wait, why not tell me a little bit about yourself?" Well, that was all it took and we were off to where she grew up and husband and his death and thank god Sally showed. She climbed up on the deck, unbuttoned her shorts and slowly slid them down her legs. Her perfect ass was right in front of me and she was giving a great profile view to the two voyeurs. She bent over and her big tits strained against her flimsy bikini top. I actually remember sucking in some air when she did that. She kicked off the shorts, stood back up, and then turned and walked back towards me. The grinning guys trolled their boat under the bridge and were gone but not before taking in the.