It was turning out to be a stripping game. I was left with my bunion and kacha. She was left with her bra and panty. I was wondering which one she wil... remove first, either her panty or her bra. But my eyes were longing to see both. I removed my bunion and saw which one she will remove first. She started removing her bra, my cock started to take off like a jet.She removed her bra, and she was completely topless. Her boobs were untouched and she had a beautiful puffy nipples. Then she asked me. Certainly this was no fling in the sack. Steve had never been that kind of person. He couldn’t be. But he couldn’t help how he felt about Maia. She had been so good to him, had taught him so much about himself. Steve felt some pangs of guilt that Michelle didn’t know Maia was going to be here. If she had known, she would have tried to stop him from going. All she knew was that he was going to spend the weekend with his friend Skip. Deception was necessary, he told himself. He needed this.. Me? Nothing to write home about. Got 20 years on her, little gut, lots of gray. She is way, way out of my league. Nothing new there.After 4 or 5 drinks I picked up a pair of fangs and put them in, Dawn looked and snickered then asked in her damsel in distress voice “ oh no Mr. vampire what are you going to do”?I’m going to bite your neck and suck your blood, said in my worst vampire voice. Alcohol does strange things.That all?Why not see where this goes.No, then I would take a piece of this ice. She dropped her glasses down over her eyes to get a good look at me, and I swear she flicked her tongue quickly over her lips, as though she couldn’t wait to get a taste of me. ‘I need to see the doctor,’ I told her. ‘I don’t have time for games.’ ‘Come on,’ she purred, ‘we all like games. You don’t need to be a cognitive therapist to know that.’ She was rubbing the black nylon stretched across her thigh now, and she wouldn’t take her eyes off my face. Her nipples were still harder, it seemed.