“WOW, this is so big, I can’t believe it...“She suddenly gets to her feet, comes closer to me, and puts her left hand on my right leg, slowly mo...ing her hand toward the interior of my leg. She gets her head closer to mine, but she is stopped by her plump breasts pressed against my chest.I look down, as she presses herself firmly against me, at the size of her cleavage, where my dick would be lost in a deep valley of sensual curves. Her hand on my leg is getting closer and closer to my dick, I. I backed away from them towards my bedroom but before I could get to my door they were right in front me, they grabbed my arms and held me where I stood. Going somewhere, Claire? one of the men asked. We shall pack the rest, sit there and do not move or speak. the same man demanded. I was sat on the edge of my bed, I was in shock, I watched the men pack all my belonging, I was not sure what was happening. Where was my aunt? I thought to myself. Then it hit me, they sold me! … …No, my uncle. Well, whatever. He’s buying me a drink so it must not have sounded that bad. As he makes his way to the bar, I turn and watch him go. 'Hmmm, nice ass.' DaneSome twenty minutes slip by as we chat on the couch, sipping wine by the blazing fire. I am impressed that this hotel has a real fire, rather than an electric or gas model, like most places nowadays. I am also more than impressed with the woman keeping me company on this couch. She is from West Virginia, very smart, has a killer smile and. Of course, I saw that Paul waskind of disappointed. Out of all the guys, it figures that Paul was thefirst to get married...he was the best looking, and I always had asecret crush on him (though he married his high-school sweetheart, andyou'd never see me let on that I had a crush on him...I had pride). :)One of the other guys, Jack, said he had a collection of Swedish Eroticakind of 8-mm films, and a projector. We ended up scheduling the stagparty just within our group, to be a good excuse to.