Thebench/chair that she sat on was not there, and there were boxes againstthe wall with the word "Brenda's clothes." Other rooms also seeminglyhad thi...gs packed. In their bedroom, I went through their closet anddrawers. There was nothing of hers anywhere, then I put two and twotogether. She was clearly moving out.I watched television for a while, realizing that I might never see heragain, but eventually went back upstairs and found a few boxes in theirbedroom that were not taped up, and as fate. Standing up, I took off my shorts."Your turn, Dad. Truth or dare?" Dare, I guess. Lord, only knows what other questions that sharp mind of yours would come up with," Dad sighed."Fine. I want you to strip down to your boxers," I said sweetly. I knew this would be a challenge for my dad, a man that had always abided by the rules. "Come on, Dad. You won't be showing anymore than you would be if you were in your swimsuit."Dad slowly stood. Then he proceeded to take off his clothes. I could tell the. After half an hour or so of this the Colonel turned to Scott."Scott, I'm really starting to believe you're for real, almost can't bare to hope that you are. I don't think I've wanted anything so badly in my life as a chance to do this. I've been retired for years now and nothing has ever really replaced the excitement of being involved in a real live conflict. It's difficult to describe to people. The bonds you make with those you serve with. The adrenaline rush, the fear, beating the. ” Was she actually going to make my first taste of pussy public? Part of me was saying that this was too dangerous, that I should refuse. But I didn’t want to refuse; I wanted to play Amy’s game. Despite the risks, I was on my knees, facing Christmas’s neatly trimmed snatch. The crop switched from my shoulder to between Christmas’s thighs and guided them apart. Without waiting for the crop, I pressed my mouth right over the soft, velvety flesh between Christmas’s legs. My mouth came open and I.