.. you’re a good ambassador.” A shared nod as he handed her the glass, before he sat down and they began to drink.“Am I?”“Yes. You’re ... ...ou’re good at d-disarming people. They talk more freely, and that helps when trying t-t-to cut through barriers.”“Heh, you mean I’m a bumbling idiot that—”“No.” She shook her head and gave him a harsh glare. Not that the little Mekhet was really capable of it, with her super petite size and soft eyes, but it was a rare look on her nonetheless, and he shut up. One day, somehow, and my mind is of no use remembering exactly why, everyone in the troop except me and my tent mate were gone off somewhere leaving us alone in the woods on the camp site. We ended up playing cards, a kind of high card game where the bets were dares. I remember it ended up being a kind of "strip-high card" thing, and at a certain point we had to close the tent flaps as it became obvious that neither of us wanted to be caught by the rest of troop in that stage of undress. (Much. I drew my knees upward and outward, laying there naked and spread-eagled like a frog ready to be dissected, only the doctors old cock was his knife, and I could feel the involuntary and willing action of my ass lifting off the leather couch, to receive his cut, as his mons glans, glided through my labia and met with the smallest of fleshy ridges, just barely high enough to deflect his motion into my cunt.I gasped, as he simultaneously bruised my cervix and slapped my ass with his ball sack. My. I had lots of fun at college, but my girlfriend there lived across the country from me, so I was as fucking horny as they come. Jerking my meat was all I could do to keep from going crazy without sex. Then things changed. Marge was forty-two years old and quite a beautiful woman. I would have done her in a minute but I had never got a vibe that she was into that. I had never made a move on her. She was the oldest child in her family. Personally, I was an only child, and perhaps a little spoiled.