He pulled me close to him, his hand caressing my back through my shirt and my hand stroking his smooth, strong back, so grateful to be feeling his sof... skin. As I pulled myself closer to him, I was suddenly aware of his very hard tool stretching the front of his shorts, pushing angrily into my belly. I didnt dare move my caress from his back and besides, This kiss was blowing my mind and every single nerve ending was like a fireworks display. If I died now, I wouldnt care! Our kissing marathon. ..." No not usually but if your out of cash, and to keep the game friendly, you can start betting your cloths. One piece at a time." Umm okay sure sounds alright, I'll bet my shoes then..."And thats how it started. I figured my shoes were innocent enough. Then my socks, then my belt.... We were drinking, and we kept drinking. And I kept losing and betting more and more cloths. My shirt. My pants. And finally my boxer briefs...Voice slightly slurred...."Allright alright you guys really got me. Incontrast, my guys seemed to decide everything by themselves. And I keptrunning after them trying to calm them down. There just had to be donesomething with this. And I was so fascinated by these families havingdaughters. Were these differences relying on genetics alone? Or couldthere be different approaches and upbringings? I have to be honest. Ialways wanted girls. But as a responsible parent, I kept telling myselfthat I had to appreciate the two princes, or should we say Vikings, in. ’ ‘What do you want Jenny?’ ‘I want you to speak with your Mother. She misses you and wants you to come over. All is forgiven.’ ‘What’s forgiven?’ ‘The unpleasantness, the acts of violence perpetrated on your father and brother.’ ‘Fuck me…does the record ever change. By the way that isn’t my father and your husband isn’t my brother. More than likely you need me for bone marrow.’ Jenny paled significantly and started staring holes into me. ‘Rob you may not believe it but we all love you. We are.