Finally she stood facing me, the tips of her high heeled shoes almost touching my nylon clad feet. Reaching down she flicked my limp cock with her for...finger saying "pathetic."She walked behind me and twanged the elastic of my thong. Turning and walking towards the bed she said "so this is what you get up to when I am out and by the look at the state of these magazines you have been doing this for a very long time."What could I say years of masturbatory history was spread before her. Not only. I thought there might be a change," I said, thinking about what Ned had told me about Mr. Oldham having to battle to get me reenrolled at C.M.A.Ned laughed. "Don't count on the Colonel leaving any time soon. He'll be there when you send your firstborn to C.M.A."The conversation lightened up for the rest of the trip. I told him about the football games we had lost by close scores and about the ten-K races that I had lost by as little as two seconds. We talked about golf and tennis but I didn't. Moltes felicitats!” He appraised Ashley and grinned at what he saw, a girl who looked young for her age, with a winsome smile and long blonde hair framing blue eyes behind large glasses. If she had a flaw, it was that she was perhaps too fit, a little too slim, her breasts on the small side from too much tennis. I blamed the tennis fixation on my ex-wife, a former college conference champion. Ashley stood tall, though, with the long legs of a future model. She smiled and lowered her eyes,. Max gentle pushed his finger down toward the bed and slid it out of Gina’s asshole. “How was that,” he asked her with a smile. “That was the most amazing orgasm that I have ever had. I can’t believe I let you finger my ass,” she replied gasping for breath. Max reached for another bottle of lubrication and rubbed it on his cock. It was still rock hard and he needed to blow his load. He started stroking his cock with his left hand as he rubbed Gina’s breast. “Yeah, but it felt good didn’t it?”.