Now that you have an idea what we look like here is what happened to me. One weekend we had Ted and Elizabeth over the house. We had a few drinks and ...ere up working up a thirst for more. Liz and Ted brought a game over the house. It was a game called Passes up. Passes Up is a game that no one actually can win. You go and roll the dice, then you land on a space and it tells you to pick a card. The cards say different things on them. I hadnt a clue what was on the cards since this was my first. Because you'd made a decision and I had to follow it. I didn't have a good reason to get you to change your decision. I was just being a spoiled little girl who wanted to get her way with everything." Which explained why it took Donna so long to get over her sulk."I bet you didn't like to be told that, did you?" No. Are you really going to finish in one fifty?" I'm a little worried about the wall, but if that doesn't affect me, then I should be well under two hours, yes." That's impossible, you. In the past most of the time, there was some form of prior agreement that "play" would be eminent, some form of warning. This constant back and forth left me unsettled and confused. I did not know what to make out this change in behavior.Still puzzled I went about preparing dinner and not taking chances I set only one place at the dining room table. It had started to rain again and it was too damp and cool to eat outside. Cooking in the rain was not a problem since the grill was under an. "What are you wearing, Sahsha?" A t-shirt," I lied. I had on sweat pants and a t-shirt, but what the hell go with the flow. After all it was my husband."Is that all, no panties?" he asked."Nope, no panties." So your pussy is all out and bare waiting for me to touch it, huh?"I swear at that moment my pussy began to throb, and I was ready to play! "Yeap, it's all out in the open and I got my legs wide open. Won't you come and taste it for me?" I got a better idea. Won't you take your hand, wet it.