“Maybe you’ll get to find out someday.” She skipped away from me and pulled on my good arm, holding my hand. “Come on big boy, let’s get you...inside.” I glanced back and my neighbor was slamming his door.We approached the house and I shared with her the code I’d set up for her to be able to come in. It was unique to her and I had her practice it several times. Inside I went downstairs to take off my shoes. The slip on shoes I had were easier to put on and off from my office chair. I never. "you, , , OK?" I asked herShe giggled, "yea, it feels great!" I started to pull out, "not yet, just wait a little", she said, I was still semi hard,"if we ever do this again, I want you to fuck me in the ass" said Lori"me too" chimed Steph & Linda. As Steph gave my ass a slap, causing me to push forward."Oh my god, sorry Sara" Steph said, apologizing."Its ok, it really does feel great" and with that she pushed her ass back at me, expecting me to push forward.I did a couple of times, slowly, but. I was frozen. Unmoving. Gasping for air.What is it, what is it, what is it? I thought frantically. My executive function severely compromised by the extreme lack of blood flowing to my brain. What is it I always tell my partners? Relax? No, don’t be stupid, you can’t relax when you have a red-hot poker up your ass. What is it? Bear down. Yes! That’s it. Bear down a little and that will open your ass.Even this well-meaning advice I’d issued countless times before, seemed a lot harder to follow. And so it was a genuine challenge to lose to him, night after night."Strip poker?" he'd asked, surprisingly shocked when I suggested it. "Why?" It'll be exciting," I told him. Unlike my husband, I think long-term. "I know we're naked most of the time anyway, but this will ... it'll add something."/Our daughters/, I thought, but kept my poker-face on."Besides, it'll be good practice for when you play against the boys." Okay..." he said doubtfully, and each night before we went to bed, we played.