The first couple of drinks had left me with a slight buzz which may have added to my not caring about Marion's foot caressing mine. Since eating, my m...nd had cleared a bit, but with the refilled glass my warm fuzzy feeling had returned. We'd just finished our drinks when my dad stuck his head outside asking if we were ready for dessert. Since Marion and Samantha had brought dessert, Marion mentioned she should get into the kitchen and help. Samantha and I followed her, stopping by the punch. If anyone looses, the have to get fucked. I changed it a quite bit like the one who looses will have to obey my orders and the one who wins will get fucked by me. I showed them the video about the rules and they were fine with it.Since im a bachelor and stay alone, my house is the fucking spot. I have a king size bed and we used this one as the ring. They started stripping and I rang the bell. The fight started.They knew each other’s body well. They knew which is their weak point. Deepika. It’s my address. It has a changing room for you. You’ll like it,” he told her “and if there is anything you need we can see about it all,” he went on to say. She smiled. Yep, she smiled openly and freely. She grabbed and filled it with her prettiest and best outfits. She packed the bag and jumped on the bus. Slightly excited, she did not know what to expect, but she headed to his apartment. He was there and all set up to take pictures of her. They arranged it all between them. Where she’d. Did I forget to mention that Jason and I were sharing a bed? Yes, we “had” to, because there wasn’t another bed or even a cot. We’d been sharing beds for years, oblivious to and ignoring each other, never caring that there was another person in close proximity every night for eight hours.However, now our relationship had deepened with intimacy, I knew it would be difficult to ignore one another and refrain from touching--even cuddling.‘I hope you don’t mind,’ Mum had said nervously, when.