"Okay, sport, that's a deal too. If you win, I'll go with you, and I'llbe part of your initiation. If I win though, you will be required topledge into...our club, and be treated exactly as the other five pledgesfor the month leading up to the festival. We will both have our V.P.'swork out the details right now. They seem to get along so well, it'llbe fun."I agreed instantly. To add insult to injury, I told Melanie that I wasgoing to the men's room to take a piss, and while I was there I wasgoing. After a few minutes, I realized that his cock was still hard and I was just as horny as I had been when we started.I slid off, reached into the bedside drawer and grabbed a bottle of lube. I straddled him again, only this time I faced away from him. Opening the lube I squirted some into my hand and then rubbed it onto his cock. I handed him the bottle and he put some on his finger and began to rub it around my asshole. He teased me with his finger much the way I had him earlier. Slowly, he. He closed his eyes to relax for a few minutes. He remembered she had to measure his hips to complete his profile. He opened his eyes to see her standing there with her measuring tape. He started to get up to put his shorts on when she stopped him. He looked up into those beautiful eyes to tell her he was just putting on his shorts so she could finish her measurements. "Sir, please forgive me. I made such a mess on you. Don't move, I'll go get something to wash you off. Just hold still, I'll. We had always been very fond of each other. Her mother and I, having been married for 13 years, were separated for the last two and a half. You know where that was going. At the young age of 17, she had moved out of our house in Phoenix and had gone to LA to seek fame and fortune. Well, not exactly. She was cute, but certainly not star material. She knew that. She was petite, maybe 5”2, really trim, a huge mess of Dolly Parton style blonde hair and had a saucy attitude. At least she had.