He wanted to go up and scratch on the back door. But he was hesitant. He was brave enough, but he was not inclined to approach strange humans who some...imes hit him with a stick. With a little grunt, the big brute curled up, his head resting on his forepaws.He was going to wait there... although he had no idea what it was that he was waiting for. That aroma was compelling to him, it drew him like a magnet. His cock stayed stiff. He was belly down on the ground and his big prick was plowing a. With that the others followed suit. This time though we managed to get Amy to be a little more daring with the understanding the game stayed within those four walls. (As I've changed the names I'm allowed to tell you all).Without boring you all on every dare (mainly because I was drunk and can't remember them all) I shall keep this bit short. One of the lads dared Amy to kiss my nipple. I'm pretty sure this was just a poor attempt to see my breasts again. I then dared one of the boys to do it. “Because I like to know who I’m looking at.”Aarushi’s finger stopped right there on her clit. She looked out the windows at the darkness. Could he really be out there? After a second, her hand moved again, but just a little bit over her clit, comforting her. Maybe he was just playing. “What did you say?” she asked.“I said, ‘I like to know who I’m talking to.'”“That’s not what you said the first time.” She hung up.She stood and approached the windows. Wearing only her unbuttoned blouse, she had. She too treated me pleasantly and I began to feel that my troubles were over. As I turned to open the refrigerator to get the sodas to my horror there, posted on the refrigerator door where anyone could see it, were the pages I had written the day before: ?I will not play with myself . . . I will not play with myself?, over and over 100 times. To make matters worse my name was written in big bold letters at the top of the page so there was no mistaking who had written it!?Mom noticed the panic.