Her left hand grabbed my shaft and started stroking up and down. I had not thought I could feel better, but I was wrong. Eva kept up her ministratio...s for a few minutes and I felt the familiar rise that signals an impending climax. Eva suddenly clamped her hand on the base of my cock and took the head out of her mouth. "No cumming yet, stud. I have other plans. Lie back."I scooted back on my back to the pillows. My frame took up almost all of the length. Eva tugged at the string of her. The tragic beauty of my body as it lies in state is a far cry from the almost comedic position my final moments left me in. There I would lie until found, facedown in a pool of my own urine, vomit and blood. My disheveled hair, and broken stiletto heel the silent witnesses to the fatal rush about the house that brought me to a crashing finale. Fear not, dear one, for I was thinking of you before that fateful tumble--but sadly the wetness between my legs post-mortem was made not of my lust, but. Al and I lift my lady onto the table, she lays down and opens her legs wide exposing her luscious pussy. Al and I assess the situation and toss a coin determining who is be the barber and who will be the end product inspector. We both will win but I am to be the barber. Al and I both inspect and physically exam the area of concern my ladys pussy forming a plan of attack. In anticipation, my ladys pussy lips become swollen and her vagina opens slightly, her juices already flowing. The barber. And then I had to talk at least three of the pledges to play the game with me, each girl had to bring a boyfriend and he had to play also. ‘I’m embarrassed to be telling you this, but I really want to join the club, and I don’t know what to do’ I thought for a second and said, ‘Well the obvious thing that a boy would think of would be some sort of strip poker game.’ Linda interrupted, ‘No, Sharon ruled out strip poker completely. She said that boys almost always play cards better than girls..