I said ok. She her bucket and asked to come alone with her and I followed her seeing her back structure… She opened the house and we went inside. Sh... asked do you need anything to drink I asked for coffee. She went to the kitchen to prepare coffee for me. Her house small but it’s neat and clean one hall and one kitchen…Bed, dressing table etc are in the hall. She with the coffee and gave me I taken it and was sipping it by that time she went near the dressing table took a towel and wiping her. The girls laughed heartily as I pulled off my shorts, red-faced,and laid them on the table."You're a good sport, Clint," Beth said. "Really you are. Now for thedeal."This time around, things looked a little better. A pair of Kings and aJack."I'll bet Clinton's, shoes," Liz started the betting."I'll see that with my own shoes and raise you my stockings," Beth said."Clinton, are you in?" What can I bet?" I asked."Well, let's see, the stakes are pretty low right now, and we still haveto draw...How. Their story of how they took this young virgin farm boy, got him drunk and fucked his brains out gave me a diamond-hard erection. Goody teased me about it and playfully grabbed at my crotch. Dot was enjoying the torture. My wife's lover was laying half on top of me on the sofa rubbing her tits on my chest and fondling me through my pants, giggling and kissing me all the time."Grab it Goody, take it out of his pants." With Dot’s encouragement she released my cock and all I could do was smile at. And then she came around the other side of it, so thatshe was now not behind me, but facing me. And she said, "No, Sweetie,that's not exactly it. I want you to be my Maid of Honor." And then, she basically mounted me. She sat on top of my legs, with herlegs straddling my waist, so that she was facing me. Any hope I had hadof hiding my boy part was certainly extinguished, since she was nowbasically sitting on it. With her straddling me from the front, and thechair back in back of me, I was.