The ladies seemed to be quite tipsy by now as the Sangria and Margarita’s were flowing like water. Being only 18, I was told that I could only drink...Shirley Temples. I was a little mad but not at all sad. Everyone seemed to be finished eating. There was mostly drinking going on and maybe a little desert eating. Ronnie was eating her desert now. It was not in a bowl or a plate; it was between my legs with a cherry on top. Ronnie had pushed two cherries into my pussy, then put a bunch of whipped. She then rolled off of Ken and laid on her back in bed between Ken and I. We all caught our breath for a minute then she told me to get closer and lick her pussy. I was not 100% sure but hormones were still pulsing in me. Ken got up and went to the kitchen for another beer as I got between her smooth legs. Without thinking I was on my knees with my ass in the air as I had my face buried in her well fucked pussy licking up my cum and Kens cum. She was a sloppy mess but I was enjoying the taste. One hit of yours could knock me out.”“I promise that I won’t knock you out, Gary. That would cancel out any pain that I wanted to inflict on you. I will make damn sure that I don’t knock you out. Whatever we agree on, Gary, you will be conscious all the way through it.”“Okay, six hits then.”“Look, I’ll settle for four. You deserve more but I’m not sure you will survive more, Gary, and I don’t want to have to explain to a jury what happened to you. We don’t want that do we?”“No, I guess not.”“If. None of us played our hands especially skillfully; Sheila was worried about how her dinner party was going to go, and all of us were a little concerned that we wouldn't give away our new relationships to Hamish's parents.We gave up on cards after a couple of particularly disastrous deals; I managed to deal so badly that I gave everyone a different number of cards, Sheila revoked by wrongly claiming that she couldn't play, and Julie accidentally dropped her cards face up so the hand was voided..