" Jill, please."More comments from others were interjected, like: "Come on Jill, don't be such a chicken shit," or, "Don't be such a pussy-wussie, Jil...," or, "Come on, Jill, get with the program."The most cutting remark was, "Either play with us now, Jill, or find a group of goodie two shoes to hang out with." Please, Jill?" pleaded Eric."Damn you, Eric, you're going to pay for this."So, with a lot of work by her date and really heavy pressure from the rest of us, Jill was finally convinced to. ”“Awwwww,” I groaned. Jess ignored me and turned back to Emma.“I have one more person I’d like to invite, if you don’t mind,” Jess said. Emma shrugged.“No, go for it. The more the merrier.”- - - -Amelia was excited about being invited to the party. She was even more excited when Jess asked her for help planning it. She was most excited to hear that I was to be an unwilling guest.“Aaron, go into the other room while we girls discuss things,” Amelia said, sending me away with a shooing. Just the once." I protested, feeling sick to my stomach through a combination of the trouble I was obviously in and the raging headache, - caused by the previous night's alcohol intake, - that was pounding in my brain."His companion, the woman who was with him. She alleges that you attacked him without provocation." He stared into my eyes over the top of his glasses, looking for a clue whether I was telling the truth or not, "Are you saying she is lying?" he demanded."Lying? ... Of course she's. Then with an "All right", she got up and undressed. A gasp came from that assembly. She was plump, but not overweight. Her tits were large; they sagged and bounced when she moved. Her bottom was large, smooth and lily white and between her legs was a massive triangle of dark hair. The lounge on which she had been sitting was in fact a bed. It was quickly putted out. She got on; spread her legs and smiling asked. "Well who is first?" The frantic speed as men almost ripped their clothes off made.