The waitress had not even gotten to the table when this young thing, probably barely old enough to even be in the bar, sat down across from me and sai..., “My friends bet me $20 a piece that I would not blow you in the ladies room. It has to be you and it has to be tonight in order for me to collect.” I looked at the girl. She was my daughter’s age. The one that had lied on the stand over and over again about what a shit I was and how badly I had treated Cassie, the bitch. The girls at the table. Jeff grinned at Hall. If you think my women will let you get away with wearing your suit, you are in for a big surprise. There’s a tux in your future, and probably someone to make sure you put it on correctly.Aloud, Jeff dropped a non sequitur. “Play games?” he asked Hall.“Games?” the young man repeated, wondering if he had somehow misheard what Jeff had asked.“You know; video games. We have a game room with everything imaginable in it and a curved screen that seems like it’s an acre across to. Her dress had been rolled up over her hips, and her hand was rubbing the outside of her panties. Passing her middle finger up and down between her partially swollen lips, and indent began to appear in the shadows of the moon lit room. The speed picked up, light moaning began to echo in my ears, my aunt’s legs buckled and she let out a little screech followed by a soft "oh my god" and a giggle. I was at full staff and pulsing, she slid her panties down a little, and let gravity take over as the. Mom was good with a sewing machine and the costume she made was really pretty impressive. One of us would be the front legs and head, and the other would stand behind, being the back legs and, yes, the horses ass. Naturally, the women ganged up against me and I got assigned as the ass.She got it finished about an hour before we were supposed to head off to the dance, so we didn't have much time to practice. We got into the thing and walked around the living room. We couldn't get our legs in.