Armed with bingo cards and ink blotters, Maryann was ready. Spotting the bingo announcer, she chuckled – he was short, round and balding. ‘Wearing...sweat pants and no makeup was a smart move,’ Maryann congratulated herself, not wanting to encourage the man by looking her best. ‘Okay, Mom, I checked ‘him’ out. He may be a nice man, but he’s not exactly a heart-throb. And, Mother, isn’t that a wedding ring on his finger!’ Maryann’s shocked voice raised an octave. ‘Oh, no! That’s not Roger,. Curious, I decided to go andtake a look.Being November, it was a chill, dank evening and a mist was swirlingaround the cemetery. Just looking at the lodge produced an involuntaryshiver up my spine. I stepped back indoors to put on my heavy jacket, apair of stout shoes, and to take a torch from the kitchen drawer.The mist was getting thicker as I climbed into the cemetery over abroken down bit of wall that abutted my yard. I made my way across tothe lodge, cursing as I tripped over briar roots;. Do it more. Real deep."Oh, Trish, I was in heaven. Like me, Ron was a virgin. He'd felt a few girls boobs, I guess, and had a few handjobs and maybe even blowjobs, but not intercourse. So, we were, like so many first-timers, learning what felt good, exploring all the movements and variations that seem so much a part of our everyday sex life. That day, in Ron's bedroom, it was all new.Then Ron had an orgasm and I just watched his face as his cum spurted into me, thankfully well-contained. He. You must be parched after your journey.”“You are most gracious, Colonel Anderson. I would be happy to join you for refreshments. But first, about my escorts?”“No worries, Ma’am. Over to the left are comfort facilities that your men are more than welcome to use. Is there anything special needed? We have excellent medical services as well as veterinarians available. We also have excellent dining options. Say a noon snack?”“No, I’m sure that all we required is easily available.” she turned to the.