I am only very glad it was the last rescue for the night and I had just put my costume away."Hi mum, dad, what are you doing here?" We just thought it...would be nice to visit you for once, we were also thinking of taking you to dinner. When we arrived we thought we had the wrong house." I was just telling your parents I was just staying while I changed jobs." She was trying to leave me to tell my parents. However, it was mum who realized part of the truth when she looked at my hand. Amy and I. I can admire a good looking man and every part of his body. Through the gloryhole, I saw an average length cock (about 5 inches), but it was huge around at the base and tapered to average size at the head. His balls were large, but his sack was tucked up tight into his body. I watched him stroke himself for a few seconds while I rubbed myself. After a half minute or so, he moved it closer and through the hole! There was this cock, just inches from my face. I figured, what the hell, and took it. She had on just a long buttoned up shirt with a pair of panties on underneath it. She still looked very hot for being 49 years old and I noticed on several different occasions the guys would get distracted every time she walked by. This was to my advantage as I won practically every hand whenever she came out into the living room. It had been 2.5 hours later and I now was on a losing streak. I was down for the night as my luck had run completely out. I thought my luck was bad now, but it was. One game caught my eye and seemed to be covered in a bit of dust, as if people didn’t play it often.“When was the last time you played ‘Scrabble’?” I asked her.“Years.”“I love ‘Scrabble’. Let’s start off with that, then as the wine takes effect, we can change over to ‘Sorry’. How does that sound?” I offered.“I don’t know. I’ve never played Strip Sorry,” Tasha said as seriously as she could.“Strip ‘Sorry’? Tasha, why do you do this to me?”“Because it’s educational and because you can play.