Her eyeballs were swirling, and her mouth was wide open with a moan in pleasure. Her pussy was damn wet right now, and the pressure was getting higher...there. I sensed that she is going to cum, and I took my hands out.She: WTF! Put your hands inside, asshole. I want it more.But I kept teasing her like that. Once again, I started rubbing her clits. Now I inserted one of my fingers inside and was making slow insert motions. This was making her crazy, and now she can’t hold it anymore. She started. After a few drinks, the girls started saying, 'let's play strip poker, want to?' This we hadn't done for quite a while. They added that whoever loses has to do whatever the other three decide, no questions, no backing out. Well, with drinking the tequila they easily got me to agree, although I should have known better. I just had to make sure to win. We each started out with six articles of clothing, not all the same for each. About forty-five minutes into the game I was doing pretty well, I. ” She huffed. “This is all Mom’s doing. She set this up. All of those guys are sons of her Country Club friends or trainees from the factory. She’s trying to prove a point.”“And what point is that?”“I’ll tell you later but for now, let’s just get out of here.”“You want to leave?”“Damn right I do. I want to spend as much of the rest of the evening as I can with you. Are you okay to drive? You haven’t been drinking, have you?”“A couple. Not many.”“Bugger. Can we just go back to your place then?. "And what would that be?" Brooke asked curiously."You could go with me." he said with a wide grin."With you?" she repeated, wanting to be sure she had heard him right."Yes, I'd love to take you," the slightly taller young man went on.Brooke wasn't sure if she should've been amused, honored, or maybe a little of both. True, Gregg was a quite handsome young man, one that any woman would have to be blind not to appreciate and pretty stupid not to jump at the chance to date. That was if she wasn't.