Apparently dad didn’t have the same hang-ups about sex that mom had. Well he was brought up Methodist if that mattered any. No matter what, it was s...ill incest just like what mom and I were doing but dad was really enjoying it while mom always prayed for forgiveness afterwards.Right after dad took off in his truck I went into the barn to confront Ashley. She still had her shorts and her panties off and was just lying there in the straw resting. Her T-shirt was up around her neck with her tits. I wasn’t happy with it, because I truly believed that if people like Dunbar and Burton didn’t immerse themselves in the language from day one, they’d never pick it up, and that would affect the efficiency of my fighting force, and keep the men, technically and emotionally, outsiders. I’d seen this when I’d been in uniform and I’d served oversees. A reliance on locally hired translators while on patrol often left the patrol feeling out of the picture whenever a local was met and the translator. I watched my girlfriend for a moment, witnessing the impish delight she took in what she was doing. Strangely enough, I felt no jealousy. After all, I had Christine now using her tongue to bring my dick back to life. The escalating events just felt like a natural progression of our four-way trysts. It was sex, and it was fun. And I had no doubt in my mind that Courtney truly cared for me emotionally, personally. Sharing her best friend with me was just an extension of that trust.So in that. When I selected the first box and handed it to her, she even squealed. Opening the box she saw a jeweled collar similar to the one her Mom had worn to the first concert. She looked up at me, eyes sparkling."I know you're curious about the other boxes, Janey, but I thought you should know that the Collar Rules will apply tonight. If you don't want to wear your collar, that's perfectly OK. I want you to know that. Half of these boxes are just in case you don't want to wear it tonight." Do I still.