My cock was throbbing painfully as she tugged my jeans around my ankles. I could see a wet spot on my underwear as I watched her kneel down in front ...of me. "Just for you." she stated as she delicately pulled my underwear down under my ball sack. My dick stood out inches from her beautiful (to me) face. Slowly I watched my favorite teacher's tongue come out to lick the head of my bobbing cock. Gently, she slid her lips around the head and I watched the shaft disappear into her mouth. Her. Like, if they were lovers. Not that I expected her to tell me the truth. Putting her on the hot seat was its own reward.Five minutes later, we were standing inside Armstrong's room. It had the all the amenities: bed, dresser, extensive bathroom. What it lacked was any soul. I could've been standing in any room in any major hotel chain. Any room, anywhere. This was Lake Tahoe. We could do better. Kane Lodge definitely did better.Ginger looked into the closet, pulled out a couple of suitcases,. We dropped one friend off at his house, and my wife and our other friend (a coworker of hers) climbed into the back and started making out. I could see them in the mirror. They were feeling each other up and ended up stripping down naked. I could see glimpses of them kissing and letting there hands wander. Shortly I saw her giving him a BJ and she was having trouble getting it all in her mouth. He was quite long, at least longer then am. He eventually asked her to lay back on the bench seat and. We changed at a rest stop. Jean was now wearing a cocktail dress, no bra or panties, thigh highs, and fuck me shoes. She looked like the whore-slut she wanted to be. We stopped at a look out point at the highway. No one was there, Jean took off the dress and I fucked her on the car. We arrived just as the party was starting. We were both issued wrist bands for our sexual preferences. I had yellow to indicate I am straight, Jean had lavender and green to show she is bi sexual. We were given.