‘How about a game or two of table football?’ Smudge suggested. Table football was our favourite pub time entertainment and we all fancied our skil...s at the game. ‘Mine’s a rum and coke,’ Cathy shouted over the noise of the jukebox as she joined our group. Cathy didn’t often meet us in the pub and it made a change to see her. ‘We were just going to have play table football,’ Smudge told her. ‘Ooh, that sounds fun, can I try it?’ Cathy asked. ‘Sure, it’s easy,’ Smudge replied, giving me a ‘watch. ‘Amanda, we both know I can’t hurt you.’ Her eyes closed and her head dropped and all he said was ‘We’re leaving. I need some answers from you.’ Pale and nerveless, she was guided out as if sleepwalking. Her heart was pounding and she felt like she was going to faint. She focused on the feel of his hand on her elbow, a dream state, sustained by his touch. Weightless. He, on the other hand, was irritated by how good she smelled, what the feel of her skin was doing to him, and redoubled his. My living room floor was a sea of squirming bodies. The scent of man filled the air. SUCKING, SLURPING, KISSING, FUCKING, MOANING, HEAVY BREATHING, HEARTS RACING WE HAD IT ALL. I thought to my self "was this a dream?" All my nasty gay fantasies were coming true this night. And I was Hosting it all !!! I knew that we were all going to cum soon so I made the announcement that I wanted no cum stains on my floor. Sonny, my landlord who was there laid out a tarp to catch all the cum. I have this. “Michelle said you had a big cock. She was quite truthful. Can you make it hard for me?” I looked around again.“Maybe. Showing me your breasts would help.” It seems only fair, right? She laughed, looked me in the eyes, and then licked her lips. She slipped the straps of her dress down off her shoulders, then lowered the dress to her stomach. Slowly, teasingly, she slipped half of her bra off. They weren’t very big, but they sure were sweet. I say they, but she was only showing me her right one..