Then as a dare she asked me to play strip poker with her. She immediately took bottle and came back with cards and ordered me to play strip poker with...her. She was badly drunk.I was reluctant a bit but she was serious and we began.I smiled in my mind that I was a great poker player and today was my day. We began our session with me winning first. She removed her socks to tease me. I felt cheated. I had expected her to remove her shirt. Then again she lost and removed her hair band. Third time I. Even in this critical moment of our relationship Icould not resist admiring her pretty bra which was purple with blackspots and black lace. I undid her skirt and let it drop to the floorand stroked her matching panties and suspender belt.I was just thinking about making love to her, making room for us on thebed by pushing my clothes away when she said, "Oh no you don't!"I stopped dead in my tracks thinking surely she was not going to stop memaking love to her at this stage."If we are going to. I was dancing and i thought i heard a knock on the door, i ignored it and then there it was again after a minute. Since i was dressed i opened the door a wee bit and peeped out. No one was there. Just my imagination i thought and checked the time. 5 more minutes and i would have to change back to normal and go to the bar. i thought i will finish my smoke and change back to normal. I was near the window on the 6th floor and it was getting a bit cool in the late evening. I finished the smoke and. Really, to get that ... area, any cleaner, I’d have to use my tongue.”“Oh ... really?” She queried, and without the slightest hint of amusement or irony, “well, if that’s what you need to do get it all really clean and stop the itching, then go use your tongue, and please and be thorough ... I can’t stand the irritation!”She was fucking serious. Clearly, she didn’t understand humor, or sarcasm either and she’d taken what I’d said absolutely literally! Well ... I guess I wasn’t going to need.