"Well, good luck with all that." "Thanks, Ry." Another roar sounded, this time from the den, and JT took off. Ryan wandered back out to the crowd and ...ooked for Evan. She didn't see him in the living room or den, and decided to brave the basement. She looked around and found Evan off to the side, shouting encouragement to their father, who was facing off for some ping pong against a man she didn't recognize. She poked him in the side. "Hi, Evan." "Ryan!" He looked down—Ryan thought wryly how. The Major was showing his visitor out. A glass of water revived me and I had a few moments to go over some of the Colonel's remarks.'It was never our intention to have her punished like this.' They'd planned our punishment in advance. Why? Sounded as if Ted knew about it too so it must have been worked out even before we left England. Now they wanted the magazine readers and indeed the whole world when it was put on the web and TV, to gloat over my misfortune; our misfortune. I would be shown. Man, she was hot! Out of her clothes she looked just as pretty as my 30 year old wife. Large boobs with dark pink areolas and stubby, thick nipples, which I gladly twisted and kissed. She didn't shave, not even her armpits. Only her ass was a little overweight and the skin of her top thighs displayed some cellulitis. Her cunt had a adorable gray bush accentuating a large, prominent clit. She was very, very turned on: It was about twice as long and thick as my wife's, and it stood up like a. E. class, 30 or so girls from the ninth grade of Carson High, plus the 10 freshmen cheerleaders, newly elected. "Michael is a senior here, but he is an expert about sex and relationships. Pay attention; you might learn something useful."I stood up and walked to the small podium, wearing a dress shirt that I would have rather been dead than own two years ago. Close up sat the 30 p.e. girls while the cheerleaders, clearly in a statement of superiority, stood in back. With a glance at these faces,.