Soon we were in the lounge,the sisters abit drunk,the conversation was gettin heated and steamy,my wife left the room only to return with this posy po...ch she had bought me,and insisted i put it on,so being turned on with the idea,i did just that,i returned to them both giggleing,my wife came over to where i was standing,and began to rub her hands all over me,her sister stared in excitement at the pouch,as my cock grew inside the fabric,my wife then turned to her sister and said,how about this. Then we will give you instructions.”The bedroom has four single beds for the crew, and as we walked there I figured that they would probably stand in front of me after I was blindfolded, and make noise pulling down their zippers. Then they would push the wieners and sausages into my mouth, trying to make me think it was their cocks. I had heard about that kind of hazing in college, and seeing Carlos so obviously trying to hide the tray in the kitchen from me seemed to make sense.I was. It was almost eight o'clock, which meant it was nine o'clock in New York. I hadn't had anything, except for the pack of peanuts on the plane, for more than ten hours. I got up, hesitated for a while, and called Jennifer's room. After a long wait, she answered the phone."Jennifer, I need something to eat, and so do you." I'm not hungry." Jennifer, would you mind doing me a favor?" Go ahead." I need to eat, and I need to discuss the details of the presentation with you. I don't want to screw up. She let me take a few more shots, and I slowly got used to the slippery ball and her fiberglass backboard. It was springy for some reason, maybe from the way it was attached to the garage.“All right, what’s the game?” I asked with a grin.“First to twenty-one?” she offered.I assumed we’d start with a game of Horse or Pig. She was going right for it.“Ok,” I shrugged.She tossed the ball to me.“Guest gets first shot,” she grinned.“All right,” I agreed, then dribbled to the top of the key.She set.