”Of course that made me smile.Patty continued to tug at my sweats until she pulled them off. Once she dropped them over the edge of the bed, she gra...bed my ankles and pushed until I bent my knees. She moved forward as she pushed, getting ever closer, until she darted in without warning.I gasped as my sister’s tongue wiggled its way up my shaft. She moved it back and forth, slowly heading toward the tip, and looking up into my eyes the whole time. When she reached the head, she swirled her. They had picked me to do the honors basically because my sister was the one that she had lost the bet too. In fact I would get to finger fuck Mary between every class that day for a total of eight times.My sister had told me to take Mary’s panties the first time and just cup her pussy to get used to the feel. The second and third times I was to finger her slit and get used to the feel of her pussy. The forth and fifth times I was to finger fuck her constantly. Then the last three times that day. "Relax. This is what they do here but not everybody does it. See for yourself." I say in a calm tone. She scans the area timidly with her head down and notices that some of the women had their tops off and some didn't. There were maybe 20 people in the area - some with partners, some alone, some younger, some older. After a big huff, she lays out everything around her chair and attempts to relax in her bright red two piece bikini. I do the same around me and pop open a couple of wine coolers. Come to think of it, why am I keeping a personal journal? Well, I don’t have an eidetic memory, oh, I can remember things that happened a week ago, but I don’t remember something from an hour ago ... selective prioritisation, the memory from last week was meaningful, was important.I am afraid that there will come that day, when I have a noodle-memory, everything just flows through, without even yielding, let alone stopping, like water being poured over noodles, and I am forced to remember on.