Of course, all the blinds and windows were shut, but Evangeline, rarely ever having privacy, had all the doors in the house open, enjoying her lonesom.... She had loud rock music playing from her speakers, something she could never do when her family was home, and was lost in her own world of the sexy lyrics rolling around her room. She was lying on top of her bed, in what she considered to be a scandalous, dark grey lacy underwear set, slowly teasing herself. She liked masturbating, but she knew. Their eyes locked together, passionate, wanting. Her fingers hooked in the hem of her silk pants, sliding them slowly down, enjoying the fact that his eyes followed her hands. They slipped softly to the floor, pooling at her feet. His eyes stopped at the sheer emerald green panties. A slight darkening covered the vee of her thighs and she reached behind her to unfasten the clasp of her brassiere. Her breasts were firm, her nipples the color of caramel… hard… inviting. Their eyes never wavered.. .all with my then Fiancée, sitting full weight on my face almost the entire time. This was back in 1986 and we were both in our early twenties. Her favorite movie at that time was coming on TV (Gone With The Wind) and she told me, "I want to watch this!" To which I replied, "Again? We just watched this a few months ago!" She said, "I know, but you won't be watching it this time." Confused, I said, "But, I thought we were going to be doing something tonight...meaning sex." To which she replied,. Poker was his first choice, but I still didn't respond. I was holding out for Parcheesi. It really didn't matter, because I was planning on losing anyhow. I just felt that I could put on a more convincing show at something I was good at. The day came when he made the offer and I reluctantly accepted. By this time, many of the residents had gotten wind of the bet. I wasn't too keen on having an audience, and agreed to one observer to clarify, or attest to, the terms of the wager, but not to.