Priscilla told me she never did any such thing of a BDSM nature that would explain her marks. I tended to believe her because all she was interested i... was getting her hungry pussy filled with male joy-juices.In fact, I was not even certain it was worthwhile pursuing since forty-odd years is a lot of "water under the bridge". After several very heated discussions with her both before and after our many "fuck sessions", I came to the conclusion that it was either one of her many cast-off lovers. I leaned down, my erection bouncing against my stomach, and smelled her hair. God I loved that tropical aroma she always used. I carefully opened the sleeping bag, which she had thoughtfully left unzipped for me, and slipped inside the warmth. As I lay down beside her, I realized she was dead asleep already, but I knew she had wanted tonight to be the night. It was what she had been talking about for a couple weeks.Not letting too much beer ruin her intentions, I fumbled with the small night. All he was allowed to believe was that hewas doing this to prove a point that Mikie had an easy life."OK, and at night, I'll sleep in my room?" No, you will be Jack all the time. You will sleep with Alisa." So mom will be in on it?" Nope she won't know a thing." This would be impossible since Alisacould see them both barely clothed at home and there would be no foolingher. But she had been so manipulated by Dr. Zaaijer that she could goalong with anything. This included sleeping with her. I then say why don't you touch the crotch of my panties and feel how wet your making me, he touches the crotch of my panties and I squirm a bit, I then say why don't you put your fingers in your mouth and lick those juices off your fingers. I move down the line and do this to each guy, and since my juices are flowing so heavy I have plenty of juices for the guy last in line. So now back to the start of the line again, I think enough teasing or foreplay has been done, and all the guys are.