At this point, they had a beer or two taken, and the alcool was just kicking in. The talk went on, and the beersuntil M proposed we spiced up the game...by playing something called Thruth-Strip Poker. Very basic, the winner of each round gets to ask a question to one of the others, wich he has to answer the thruth, or choose to strip a piece of clothing.So it began. I'll skip the question part for you but here's how it went down. M lost the first piece of cloth and choses defensively her socks.. Pushing… pulling… pushing again. Inserting… withdrawing… inserting… withdrawing… inserting. Just as a needle on a record gets stuck in a well-used groove, I, too, am stuck – in her groove! Holding your ass in my hands, I tilt your hips and pull my cock out, until just the head is tucked in your folds. Driving fully into you I push the full length of my cock into you, hitting the back wall of your vagina. The contact causes us to moan. I withdraw my rod and attack you again. The feeling is. "Ok. What do you want to talk about?"Hope slipped past Paige to sit on the couch, her scent wafting close enough for Paige to get a whiff off. She bit a lip to keep her mind in the moment; Hope smelled good. Distractingly so. Hope took a deep breath before beginning.She spoke of how her memory was muddy because she took a blow to the head recently, just before her brush with the ghouls which Paige had saved her from. She knew that she had come to Lexington with her parents, and had seen them. "Maybe he wants to give me some pussy." I press my middle finger against her clit. I swore to Ashley I would never let her baby brother know that his big sister had betrayed him. Just knowing this was good enough for my ego. I liked hanging out with Josh. He was just one of the guys. We played video games and shot hoops. I soon became fond of the guy. The k** was a natural athlete. I’m only seven years older but he gives me a run for my money on the court. He was lean and athletic, hitting.