After everyone's a few games deep, things get even more interesting. We start betting clothes for cups. Neither I or Whitney were on the table when it...started, and by the time we were playing against each other, others were already down to their underwear. I start it off by betting if I made my first cup, Whitney and her husband would lose their shirts. Bam, sank the cup, and shirts come off. Whitney is wearing a sating black push-up bra, with lime green highlights. She has a belly button ring. I was excited about spending the evening with her but was a little disappointed her boyfriend would be there. She continued talking, driving badly, playing with the radio, chewing gum, smoking cigarettes and rubbing my legs and thighs whenever she had a moment.She was doing it again, hitting me like a ton of bricks. I had no idea about this girl, I had never had a proper conversation with her, didn't know anything at all and I was willing to kill for her. She was the most sexual person I had. We used to spend most of our time together in college as well. But, then Riya was proposed by a guy, and she said yes.I wasn’t hurt that much. But when she used to spend less time with me, it affected me a bit. Gradually things didn’t work out between them and they broke up. A few weeks later, she opened herself to me and told me the story of her ex-boyfriend. She told me that he used to force himself on her and she felt very uncomfortable. I consoled her as she was greatly affected by all. Usane bina tel liye apane haath mere chutaro par ferane laga. Main madhosh ho chukka tha. fir achanak hi wo mere chutaro par kiss karane laga. Mere muh se siskari nika gayee. Maine sisskate hue pucha ye kya kar rahe ho. To boala ki achcha lag raha hai ya nahin. Mere muh se apane aap nikala bahot achcha lag raha hai.Fir usane mera towel nika l diay our mujhe palat diya to maine dekha ki wo pahale hi nanga tha. mere palate hi mera land usake saamane khara hogaya. Usane mere land ke dono or jangho.