Stacy was a party girl and she was hot. I had abrief conversation with her and I told her I was a design student.Right away, she couldn't stop talking...about all her clothes and hershopping trip in Europe... etc. Even though I wasn't studying forfashion design, I played along and tried to get on her good side. Onedrink after another, I was feeling pretty buzzed, I told my friends Ihad to head home before the alcohol really kicked in and Stacy asked meif she could catch a ride with me.While we. The last person with any clothes left on was the winner.Though we were sometimes drunk when we played and my memory has faded I recall a couple of memorable games. Obviously it could happen that you had to take a garment off someone of the same sex if they lost to you. On one occasion a guy about my age lost to me. I’d gathered he was a bit gay and had wondered through the game what it would feel like if he stripped me naked. As his clothes came off we saw was wearing tiny pink pastel shiny. He pulled her closer, taking his cock from the red head's warm mouth to his pet's. She gave two short licks and then took his whole cock, the head gagging her. He closed his eyes, loving how his pet pleased him. His cock jumped when he felt two warm, wet tongues moving over his shaft. Morgan looked down and felt his cock throb as he watched his pet and the red head licking him, their tongues touching at times. “Master, may I have permission to play with our friend?” “Yes you may, my Pet.” He. Maybe really nice indeed. The idea started to percolate.Lad's brain had evidently been turning things over too, and he was starting to pester me in his, "Hey, let's go do stuff together!" way. There's no way to know for sure, but I felt pretty certain that he'd been working over in his brain what the clicker had been telling him. Now he wanted to get back to "work." Well, OK.I wasn't experienced in these things at all; Lad was the only partner I'd ever had, so far as that went. But I wasn't.