He was a good looking guy named Jay, well built and I could only imagine how big his cock really was. We talked some and then, he and my husband went ...ut to the back deck at the bar together and talked. I assume it was to set up a fuck session but they didn't ask me to go back there with them. My husband returned alone and I thought the man had not wanted to fuck but my hubby said that the guy was meeting us at our house in one hour. I was somewhat delighted, but afraid too since I had NEVER. "So now you're chicken? You wanted high stakes? There's high stakes!" Well," considered Piaras, "that's high stakes alright!" Piaras though for a moment and added, "How about it Eithne? We could win a Jaguar!" You're kidding, right?" asked Eithne."I'm serious if Cian is! Are you, Cian?" Yes, I'm serious! I'll bet my Jaguar against Eithne spending the weekend with me." C'mon En, be a sport!" urged Piaras."You guys are crazy! You know that!" added Eithne."Oh, c'mon En! We'll have a Jaguar if we. My other friend, Jackie, told me that she was feeling frisky and she wanted to dance. Dancing was her mating call. The way she swished her hips and slut-dropped always turned heads. I looked at her as she made her way to the dance floor. Her body was to die for. I guess it was the alcohol, but I had the urge to nuzzle my head between her breasts and squeeze them with my bare hands. > > I had to cool down. I told the girls still sitting at the booth that I was going to go outside for some air. I. She beckoned to me and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. This was no little girl such as my senses tried to convince me. The girl before me was a predator. I watched in horror as my feet followed her commands. She pulled me into her arms and I felt the stings of millions of teeth upon my skin. I awoke that night with a scream so loud I’m sure I woke the dead. . . . Woke the dead! Ha, Ashes, I forgot what a talent for humor I once possessed. No? You don’t think it’s funny.