Though she had never seen her before, she realized that this must be Alya.Meg's and Monique's descriptions of her were spot on. She was quite stunning... The girl had long, straight, dark brown hair that fell most of the way to her waist. Her eyes, though not as large as Monique's, made up in color what they lacked in size. They were a deep, vivid turquoise hue that almost sparkled under her long lashes. She had a small, slightly upturned nose and pouty lips, both of which added a childlike. 'George had found a box of poker chips, and we had agreed we would start with 50 points each and play until someone ran out. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. No one breathed a word about strip poker, though looking back I'll bet George was thinking about it. I know it crossed my mind briefly. I wonder, could the thought also have come into my wife's mind? Yet there was no sign of danger, none at all until that last hand.Oh, how I wish I could hear something out there! What are they doing?. Three weeks out I caught the flu, along with about half the house and RPI. I could barely make my way down the stairs to the bathroom, let alone a hundred miles across the state. By the time I recovered enough the next weekend, Marilyn had a cold. We put things off another weekend.Scholastically, I was taking all senior level math courses by now, with a grad level Information Theory course tossed in for good measure. The grad courses weren’t going to be a problem. What I was worried about was. With my nose touching her soft curls I penetrate her pussy and I’m rewarded with a low moan of approval. As my hands can’t play with my dick they trace every curve of her body which is within reach. She trembles as I reach her hard nipples and maul her lovely tits. Her hands firmly holds my head to her pussy and she says, “Hello ladies. Come closer and make yourselves at home. Help yourselves to a glass or two of wine. Theirs’s a jar with 2 numbers. Please take one. Jane is still holding me.