In a short break in the conversation, I watched Emily's mouth morph into a manic grin as she noticed the deck of cards lying on the table.“Lets… p...ay a game,” she said in a playful tone.“Do you two know how to play blackjack? If not I will show you. But we need to make it interesting… strip blackjack!” she commanded.Tom and I looked over at each other with the exact same question on our minds. “You realise that you are only wearing a t-shirt and we are fully clothed right?” When I looked back. Well, their muzzles. Whatever. You know."The colonel shook his head in disagreement. "Amanda, your sensitivity is laudable, but I think it is misplaced. The point is to learn from one's mistakes, is that not correct?" Well ... yes." One cannot learn from one's mistakes if one is allowed to brush them under the carpet, to simply forget them as though they never happened. I do not suggest assigning fault or blame, but if we are asked to explain or excuse what happened yesterday, is it not. No, that's not true; my cock got me in trouble, at my age I should have been able to walk away. He dropped that thought as he enjoyed Glenda one final time.Home, finally:Greg flew home and for the next couple of weeks pretended to be suffering a cold, knowing his family would keep their distance. This gave the last few marks on his body time to heal, particularly the fucking hickey Glenda left on his ass. He also was afraid that something else might have been there so he picked a new doctor and. Then she ordered me to get up and she laid on the bed opening her legs wide and I was shown heaven. It was her pink pussy.Her pussy was clean shaved with a sweet fragrance. I was ordered by them to lick her pussy until she comes. I thought it would be an easy task. But when I started licking with my tongue, (I was tongue fucking her) my tongue went deep inside her pussy.The guy started squeezing my cock and balls hard and also started beating me with a belt. I was in pain but her pussy was.