Now the photo I received didn’t mean she was masterbating so I was still assuming nothing would come of this, I parked away from the house and opene... the front door quietly, as I stood in the hallway I could here some moaning, I couldn’t believe it, finally she is masterbating and I’m right there ready to give her a helping hand. I snuck upstairs and slowly opened the bedroom door and stepped inside, I stood there watching her, she was naked on top of the covers she had her legs spread and was. This blockage was too thick to dislodge with a plunger, and when that failed he would have just called in a plumber anyway. Or me. "Listen, Angela, I need to get home and get back to work, but I'd like to get together for coffee some time this week. How about that new place on Thirty-Third?"The blush faded from Angela's cheeks and she looked up into my eyes. "It's not another goddamn Starbuck's, is it?" Nope. One hundred percent locally owned. Good lattes, too," I assured her."Actually, what. We got to his place, sat at the table in the kitchen. He left and came back almost right away holding a briefcase: that was the stash! We started leafing through the mags; there were some body-builder magazines, but mostly they were nudist magazines, which were about the most explicit stuff you could find in Canada at the time (we're talking mid-1960s). After a few minutes, my buddy suggested that we should compare cock sizes; I had never done anything like that (although I had planned to do. M. and be ready for a fun evening.At seven the guest begin to arrive.Liana greets everyone and showsthem to the living room. Once all have arrived Liana begins bysaying that it is a poker game as wassaid in the invitation, but the rules arethat the stakes are your clothing. Steveinterjects by adding that anyone whowishes to leave is welcome to do so and there will be no hard feelings. Noone makes a move for the door andLiana continues by saying that afterevery hand the losing players need.