And I’m here to elucidate.Guys, look at what you’re wearing. Pants-wise. Chances are there are three fastenings to negotiate. The zipper itself. T...en a button that secures the left and right side of the waistline. Finally — if you’re wearing a belt — there’s a buckle to ... um, buckle.One, Two, Three — good to go.But some slacks, often the more upscale brands, also have a button-flap to deal with. Since the original button, the one at the top of the zipper is already engaged, this second one is. The normal game was counting with Jeffrey, another neighbor; tonight he was busy, so Ana would be the fourth player.We started playing Black Jack, with the losing hands taking a shot of tequila each round. All three of us guys were feeling pretty good, but my wife was more than a little fuzzy after just one hour playing.Matt was a big flirt, which my wife enjoyed so much. On the other side, Anita was giving Dawson a run for his money as well.After midnight, Ana began to act tired of the Black. She could feel the hands touching her hips, up her thighs, running down her shaved legs; even someone's hands were rubbing her small feet. Another hand was even pulling on her long brown hair.Melinda would sometimes blink and she would see their hands, but nothing else; many floating black hands were groping her bound body.The next time she blinked her eyes the hands were gone. All she could see now were flying torches and the village around her body. She could still feel all the hands roaming. About 5 minutes after class had ended she came over to me and asked "Rob, why are you still here?" I could feel my heart start to pump and my face start to blush, i knew that she knew something was wrong now, I couldn't lie to her and say I peed, that be even more embarrasing and not believable since there wasn't enough of a wet spot. I just decided to own up to it, hell this teacher wasn't pretty, but she had nice tits so why not play it up. I stood up, with my still half hard cock bulging in.