And she’d walk out, a spring in her step, maybe exchange a few short words, and then she’d leave, and I’d go in to see if I could do any better....nnoying as Aaron can be, I had to admit, I was pretty impressed. From the sounds of it, he and Madison would often go two or three times, and of course I always had to match that. I don’t know where he got the stamina, but after I’d finally exhausted him, I’d look at him expectantly, and he’d think for a while, and then just shake his head.I don’t know. « Eat it you pervert » she growled. I tried to eat the evil-smelling lumpy mess but I couldn’t swallow it all. Mary ordered me to stand up and rub the vomit into my face, hair and all over my body. The two of them howled with laughter and clapped as I rubbed the vomit all over me, I was sobbing in shame. They both took photos of my vomit covered body. « Now wank for us and com in this cup » Mary ordered, « Then swallow your cum » It was hard to wank, my bum and thighs lacerated an burning, my. "My explanation, plus the effects of the wine, did the trick, and we began playing strip poker. with, of course, more wine for the women.The game started with the usual, shoes off first, then getting interesting. Amy had already lost her shoes, and lost the next hand. She was going to remove a stocking, but I said that a stocking was technically underwear, so she would have to take off her blouse or skirt.Under normal circumstances, Amy would have disagreed with me, but theeffects of the wine,. Her right hand was checking the affected area. Suddenly, I felt her left hand scratched my chest with her nails. At the same time, her right hand grazed my boner, hiding in my pant. I thought her right hand must have by mistake went there.But again, I felt her fingers brush my boner. Yet, for some reason, I didn’t take it seriously. Her left hand rested on my chest and occasionally holding my shirt, so it doesn’t come down. She was checking and told me to pull my pants down a bit.She needs to.