And we wouldn’t have had so much fun.”“Samantha…”“Today is a safe day. You can cum inside. You want that, right?”I was surprised to disc...ver that that was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to fill this eighteen year old pussy with my spunk. I was so horny that it didn’t seem to matter that the pussy belonged to a liar.Fuck it.I kissed Samantha. She opened her mouth to accept my tongue. I bucked my hips, and, in no time, I was filling Samantha with my seed. When I had finished, I put my face. The feeling of her there was unlike any other sensation that I have ever experienced, and each of us worked the other like a virtuoso playing a Mozart concerto on the violin. Up, down, around. Delicate, hard, gentle and firm Staccato and accelerando. We danced, played, and explored each other for at least an hour before finally collapsing, the final strains of our sexual symphony’s notes drifting delicately off into the ether of each other’s arms. ‘Well, what do you think?’ ‘Was that acting, or. “Are what?” “The proper rules for strip poker.” “Yes, tell us,” said Rita giggling. With some alcohol to spur me on, I immediately entered into a detailed explanation. “OK, well if little Mona is to be believed, you play five card draw. There is no betting. After each hand the loser has to remove one piece of clothing. In addition the winner of the hand can choose to have one other person remove a piece of clothing.When you remove a significant piece of clothing, like a shirt, pants or. “It’s—it’s your ass ... it’s crushing me!”And before Stephie could respond to this blasphemy, Candy entered the room wearing only a white sweater and lavender panties and shouted, “Stephanie, what the fuck?”Her fiery red hair was disheveled, standing up on one side where she’d slept on it. She had a scowl on her face, which looked completely out of place on her. Her eyebrows were raised in a questioning glare.“Candy, what’s with the language? And what are you yelling about? We’re just fooling.