The host, a drunken, randy slut had entered the kitchen and dared all the guys there to get their cocks out because she wanted a hot dog feast. Not wa...ting to be seen as a wimp, Carl was one of the first to offer the starving girl something to eat, although in his defense he wasn't entirely sober when he unzipped his flies. Bad mistake as it turned out, because just as drunken bitch started to blow him, Stacy entered the kitchen to see what all the cheering was about. Seeing her boyfriend being. We lain down our hands and she had won. She told me to bark like a dog. I did while she giggled up a storm. I won the next hand and asked her to rub her tummy and pat her head. It was comical to see her try to co-ordinate her hands. It was my turn to laugh. While she was trying to do it I noticed that her skirt was riding up her legs. It was getting closer to me being able to see her panties again.She won the next hand and shyly asked me to kiss her. Now this was getting into uncharted waters. I instantly felt that how could I miss the opportunity. We went back home and in the evening around 3 pm, I said to my wife that I have some work and left.I went to Aunty’s house. She was surprised seeing me and asked what happened. I said, “Dopahar ka acha laga, to socha baaki mile to shaam ko bhi le lu”. She probably understood my double meaning talks and called me in. Although, we both knew what we wanted we were having starting troubles.We started joking and I asked “Chai nasta nahi hai. Nancy and I search through the crowd at the waiting area, and finally we find them. Smiling, we make our way toward them. And they’re not alone. Jensen is wearing his Boston University wrestling letterman jacket. And he’s holding hands with a tall, dark-haired and bronze-skinned young woman who looks Hispanic. My eyes gravitate toward Roger, and the person who’s got his arm around his shoulders. A tall, short-haired young Asian male dressed in Black leather. Must be a friend or something. I.