Where the far side lay, there was little or no light from torches or any other kind of lighting. No candles either. Simply darkness, eerie and silent,...like ink was blotting out his sense of sight.One of the procrastinators nodded to the sentries to leave their posts. They would be taking over. The sentries looked at each other knowingly and without protest, question or remark; one of them opened the gate, handed their heavy cast iron keys to the procrastinators and quietly and without further. Mr. Chapman moaned as my tongue played over his shaft, lapping up the juices and cleaning him off.“You girls,” he panted, “you girls are something else…”I finished swallowing the mixture and licked my lips clean then patted his thigh as a signal for Jasmine to hop on. She hesitated, but ultimately grinned and crawled on top of him. I don’t know why I became so gung ho about it, but I truly did want her to experience what he was like. I know every guy in the world thinks their dick is God’s gift. Michael was excited as he packed up his stuff into his 73 Pontiac Firebird and got ready to head off to college. There were the customary weeping exchanges with his parents and the promises to call as soon as he arrived. The drive to Gainesville gave Michael a chance to think about what was to come and what was complete. He had enjoyed his relationship with Anna, learned a great deal about the dynamics of being in a relationship and had a lot of good sex. The parting with Anna had been sweet,. "Jeannie then said, "Aunt Misty, I asked them to join us in the cabana for a while, if that's ok." Sure, that's fine. Let me order some drinks for us. I will be getting some white wine, what would you all like?" I answered. I retreated to the small room off the cabana to order drinks and when I returned to the tent the two girls were lying on the big lounge under the tent with Richie sitting at their feet. Amanda patted the lounge next to her and said, "Here Misty, there is plenty of room next.