I was about to do two things I thought I would never do. Seduce my best friend’s teenage daughter and cheat on my wife. But I was so horny I had to ...o something.As she bent over and struggled with a shot I got behind her and guided her shot. She smelt like sweet sin.“Let’s make it interesting,” I said.“How?”Every shot that gets missed you or I have to take off a piece of clothing.”“Are you saying you wanna play strip pool?”“Yes, Maddi, I am. And the loser has to do whatever the winner wants. " Everyone looked a little startled at Christopher's tone of voice, his assumption of command. He also seemed to know a lot about this side of Patrick that few of the girls had seen before.Sammi looked at Eric; he nodded his assent. The two boys walked out of the room."Melissa?" Megan called out."Yes?" Can Melinda speed up her recovery?" She can, but it would be painful." Tell her she better bite the bullet and get back as soon as possible ... like about ten minutes ago. We're going to need you. That was an understatement in itself. I guess my bluejeans would pass, even though they fit a lot tighter than the obviously homemade trousers both Frank and Silas had worn. The shirt I had on didn't even come close."I think we have some butternut shirts that might fit you well enough, but I know we don't have any trousers that will. You're a tall man Mr Jefferson and I think you're going to need to have trousers made to fit," she said."I'm sure you're right, but please call me Bill," I. She smelled like sex, certainly, but there was more. The delicate aroma of her perfume was gone, replaced by the smell of sweaty, hard fucking. Her cunt—there's no other way to describe it in this state—smelled used. There was the odor of cock. Plus sweat. Locker room. She smelled like she'd come from the gym. There was a hint of her normal musk, which always drove me mad with desire, but it was deeper, pungent, a****listic.She broke me from my reverie by snapping another picture, looking down.