." If we are talking of debauchery it was I who debauched Patrick, utilising the lewd behaviour and skills you had taught me." Her gaze was direct, an... her voice accusing, and I bowed my head in acknowledgement of my hypocrisy.She continued in a calmer voice. "Patrick writes that he wants to introduce me to his parents at Christmas." Where did you and he first, err, conjugate? I hope it was not under my roof, for I will have failed as your guardian."Thankfully, for my peace of mind, and pride,. I was exploring and poking around some of the restored area of the fort. As I approached the end of an old building, a Black soldier in Union blues came around that corner. Without saying a word, that trooper challenged me with a leveled musket with a spike bayonet pointed right at my swinging boobs!"Oh, my God," I yelped in surprise as my hand automatically rose to my mouthWith that, the soldier turned on his heel in a drill perfect about face and disappeared back around that same corner, out. The stringed instruments and the flutes fell silent, and there was only the pulse of the drumming. The boys and girls switched places, with the girls now behind the boys. An older woman with large, low-hanging breasts came up to them with a large wooden bowl. The boys stood before it and, as we all watched, each girl stroked her partner's cock until it erupted in a flood of jism, spilling into the bowl. Then she set the bowl on a table and, squeezing her breasts, expressed a little milk into. Just then Carla moaned loudly saying she was going to besick, and unfortunately for me, kneeling next to her and with her head inmy lap, she rolled over to one side and I found my skirt and legs beingcovered in her vomit.Angela simply stomped over to me, declaring that the only way to soberthe silly bitch up was to put her under a cold shower. Saying this,Angela picked Carla up and tossed her stark naked over her right shoulderand proceeded back up the yard heading towards the pool shower,.