I returned my attention to her pussy and then carefully leaned up and ran my tongue up and down the soft wet lips. Susan gave a squeak as I did this,...the first time a tongue had touched her pussy.In the meantime I heard Lynne come back into the bedroom and give a gasp as she realized what we were doing.“Jesus is he licking your cunt?” Susan gave a grunt in the affirmative as I continued to run my tongue up and down the lips of her pussy, occasionally darting it into the vulva itself. I. Looking for a place to sit, I saw a vacant spot across from a yummy blonde with thick, wavy hair, full pink lips and enormous blue eyes.I sat down and introduced myself. Her name was Kelly. She introduced me to her friends. At first, they were wary of me and distant. As I tried to make conversation I scanned the crowd in curious fascination. Then it hit me that I had never been in a room full of lesbians before. I exclaimed to the others: “This is fantastic!” They all laughed. That won. She shivered, stretched there between the floor and ceiling as David went through her purse, pulled out her driver's license, and gave her address to two of his buddies who stayed outside the door. They tried peeking in, but David was firm."Bring the slut's daughter down here. Then you can have all the fun you want with her. Me and the coach are workin' on mom over there."They disappeared in a hurry. Betty felt her heart sinking as once more she thought of her daughter and what was about to. . or women ... all we’ll think is that we endured it, our children can do it.”That smacked me into silence. I was one of those hateful old men who had espoused a mandatory national service as V1. I’d talked about how it would teach discipline and straighten out our youth. But I knew I’d never have to serve. I was eighty fucking years old. I wondered if this life was simply punishment for things I advocated in the other.“So, what are we doing next weekend?” Beca asked Sunday afternoon. “We get.