There were lots of whistling, salutes and adulation from my naughty audience and I was shocked to find myself enjoying all the attention so much I act...ally smiled and began to wave right back at them too. Looking in the rear view mirror I noticed that we had built up quite a heavy traffic spot around our car too. Gabrielle must have done the math too as she immediately raised the roof and gunned the engine once more and weaved us through the traffic and away from the fading cacophony of tooting. To no surprise I lost that hand and Brian won our shirts. Brian was really good and kicking out butts. A few hands later Amanda and I were both down to our bras and panties as he dealt the cards “Well ladies, time for your bets,” Brian said. “I seriously don't like you right now, you suck dude,” I said. “You know you love me,” Brian replied. I bet my bra and Amanda bet her panties. We both put them in the pot, but I of course had to cover my boobs though. “We're just your kids mom, it's nothing. Is kahani me mera friend or uski bahen bhi hai mere frnd ka naam rahul hai or uski bahen ka naam sweta hai wo bhi Bala ki khubsurat hai mgr uske boobs or gand meri didi se thode km hai.Abhi story pr aata hu me or meri bahen or mera dost or uski bahen ek hi clg m padte hai. Meri bahen or dost ki bahen ek hi class m hai or me or mera dost ek class m hai. Hum charo ka group hai. Hum log humesha sath rehte hai free time me or sath hi bunk marte hai or sath hi movie dekhte hai shayad tbhi humari koi. It was the act of seeing me spunk rather than seeing the spunk itself or even making me spunk that struck me as odd. For some reason the difference meant something to me, in that she was expressing selfish voyeuristic pleasure, rather than giving me pleasure. It turned her on to see the spectacle rather than share in my pleasure.The act itself was very cold devoid of any warmth or real intimacy, but, for me, not at all unpleasant experience, in fact really very erotic.Anyway, I did comply with.