If you want..." So you guys play strip poker then? with only guys? ha....." No not usually but if your out of cash, and to keep the game friendly, you...can start betting your cloths. One piece at a time." Umm okay sure sounds alright, I'll bet my shoes then..."And thats how it started. I figured my shoes were innocent enough. Then my socks, then my belt.... We were drinking, and we kept drinking. And I kept losing and betting more and more cloths. My shirt. My pants. And finally my boxer. Well I fell asleep and forgot about it until I had a message notification latter the next day. She had replied. For a few days we sent small talk messages catching up and putting the worlds to right. It turned out her son still lived at home and her ex walked out on her a few years ago, but she hadn’t dated since. I suggested we go out sometime but could see she was nervous about it, but we exchanged numbers anyway.Late one night I was tipsy again so thought it would be a clever idea to text. Her body relaxing slightly as she pushes her pussy into those fingers. " Mmm-mmm."The tip of my cock presses into her sphincter and pushes past the very edges, slipping into her anus with slow, deliberate pressure. Between this and the feel of my fingers on her pussy her body went into a state of confusion, unsure of what to do or how to respond. Most of it, heated and aroused by the events that has transpired, wanting to relax and allow the penetration of her ass, wanting to feel my hard cock. She shivered like anything and cummed with a loud moan. I drank all her fluid.Then I kissed her and she tasted her fluid from my mouth. Then she pushed me towards wall and started kissing me wild and moved down and removed my pant. My 6 inch cock was trying to get free inside my jockey. She caressed it over my jockey and kept her butt over it and pressed it hard and made it hard. I was feeling so high. Then she caressed in hand kissed over the jockey. Then she removed my jockey and my cock.