Cathy, seeing all of that going on, dripped some jelly on her nipple; and then looked at me expectantly. I did the only gentlemanly thing I could and ...licked up the jelly and sucked her nipple very clean. So it continued: drip-lick-suck, drip-lick-suck until both girls ran out of sandwich and I swallowed all the jelly I could handle. After that fun game the girls decided to stretch out to soak up some sun. It looked like such a good idea so I followed suit, taking off my shirt and relaxing in. In bed later that night I went back through the numbers, counting and recalling how they each came, and there was definitely eight men.We met up the next day and went back to where we all met the night before. I did not mention my discrepancy to Lisa, preferring to have a look around the room in question.When we were in the room I asked Lisa, about what happened when the last guy come out, 'He closed the room door, and got a beer from the fridge'. 'What were you doing', at this question she. .. you're a lesbian?" She finally uttered between breaths."Sure, aren't you?" Sam inquired."No... I mean, I don't know," Cecile said, flustered. "Last night was the first time." No shit," Sam smiled. "Well, you sure know how to pick them. So, you gonna tell me who the bimbo was or not?" Britney... Britney Spears," Cecile whispered without thinking of the consequences of such a revelation."No way!" Sam gushed. "How the fuck did you ever manage that?"There was a long pause of silence as they both. I can recall my forgetting that little detail, and having to listen to your mother and her mother grousing at me while I had a final fitting. It wasn’t pleasant and I suspect five women would be even worse, and your mother will probably grouse at me about you not remembering that little detail.”“Thanks, Dad. I had forgotten that, so I will do it as soon as we finish talking. Have you taken care of your own fitting check?”“Oh, yes. I did that yesterday while your mother was out with your ladies..