I had everything I could do to get back to my seat without someone raising the apron. I sat with my head hung in complete shock dreading item 8 and ho...ing against hope that Sandy had picked herself for that one. When Item 8 came up it was the last item and Sandy and I were the last group. When Karen said my name I wanted to die. Here I was wearing only an apron from the waist down with my ass shining bright red and I was going to have to walk across the campus and back. The group decided that. Sean retreated to the chair again and watched Ginny enjoy another string of orgasms. Sean could feel his erection straining in his trousers as he sat there with the photos and his recollections. Charles’ photos were different. They were taken in a restaurant in town. Sean took one of them together and a waiter offered to take one of all three of them together. Ginny stood in the middle of them with her arms around their waists. Sean looked again at the photo; there was a contented look on her. ” He moved up next to her. “Has it been that long already?” She could smell the alcohol on his breath and could feel his hand running up her leg, then she heard his voice again. “And you still haven’t put out at all. Nothing, not even a fucking blow job!” That was it. Slap went crystal’s hand across his face. He didn’t even flinch, too drunk to feel it, she figured. Instantly after she felt herself being jerked up, then a push, and before even realising it she was on the floor. Something went. She was called Jean and she was, I soon found out, in heat.We were almost there, just north of Fenwick when Dad’s phone rang and I answered. He pulled off, listened, said, “Damn” and turned around.“I’ve got to go back. Big emergency, total flap. Boss’s already there.” He drove to the local airport and gave me the directions to the cottage and then chartered a plane. I didn’t have a driver’s license, but I knew how to drive.So I drove to the place, a good-sized, white, shingled, one-story house.