I quickly avoid the situation by moving to my bedroom with the excuse of having to pee without further delay. The last thing I wanted was my mother to... see all the new women's underwear in my bags along with the dirty panties belonging to both Sister Mary and to my new blow job tutor, Ruth.It would be really hard to explain I was on a mission of mercy for the nuns in the convent under the authority of no less than Father Connelly and Mother Superior. I guess my previous mischievous persona would. A. It was our last Tuesday outing of the season and we were trying to have a good time.Mr. Oldham joined us for dinner and Suzanne told him that I had to report to school the next day. I didn't say anything about the Colonel telling me that I was a junior in name only or that he had called me private. He didn't react immediately and I hoped that he wouldn't ask questions. I didn't want him interceding on my behalf.That evening I packed the clothes and toilet articles that I would need to take. You see the icy cock near your mouth and open your lips slightly. I rub the ice cock head across your lips and the cool ice melts there and tiny drops of cold water drip into your mouth. You taste the pure liquid and it cools your tongue and throat. I gently put the ice cock in your mouth and your grab the base and hold in it your mouth, gently sucking the ice dildo, drawing it in and out of your mouth and tasting the drips of liquid as they roll down your tongue. As you suck on the hard icy. We made it as far as the lake by noon and decided to sail over to Canada for some sight seeing. As it got later in the day we anchored off a small island where we could go swimming and fooling around in the water. We played a variation of a game of tag where the girls were "it" and we had to catch them. It was three on three so the odds were even. One variation, instead of catching one girl we could catch 'any' girl. Once any guy caught as girl he could hug, kiss, lick or suck anywhere she.