She got right to the subject at hand. "Bill, I know I got upset with you the other day, and I'm sorry. That just came from nowhere, what you told me, ...nd I didn't know how to handle it. I hope you're not mad." I hope you're not mad?," I thought. Me, mad? She's the one who should be mad. But maybe I did have some upper hand left. She was hoping I wasn't mad.So I didn't revert to the usual role of supplicant, but took charge. "Bridget, of course I'm not mad at you. I love you. You've always been. It didn't take but a few seconds for it to get hard, he told me to take it in my mouth, so I got down on my knees and started to lick the head of it. As I opened my mouth he pushed forward and shoved about half of it in, it wasn't reallly big, but it was quite long. A few minutes later he told me to lay belly down on his sleeping bag, it smelled like stale sweat but it was soft, then I heard him getting undressed. He got down beside me and started playing with my ass, I heard him spit on his. While he and I slowly walked our way through the practice routines in the same order as we had been training, we began to make light contact on our strikes and kicks, in order for me to learn my range on offense and my blocking reactions on defense. I was excited and I knew this part of our training would be the most important for us to get it right.As we slowly made our way through each rep, each action and reaction, the others were practice sparring alongside us. Bonnie was sparring with. Paul never seemed to mind. We made up reasons to take trips together occasionally, one or two nights... I loved these most of all... He also took the three of us ladies to dinner and dancing. He had taught Polly and Peggy both how to slow dance beautifully. As I watched him dance with my girls I realized they were beautiful, physically mature women. Then I realized I watched him dance with both of them, looking for sexual touching, maybe a touch on their cute young asses, accidentally touching.