Were Marc and Charlene going to be part of this game? It was one thing to end up naked in front some strange girls you might never see again, but in f...ont of your roommates girlfriend. That was different. Should I ask Marc about this tomorrow? Mary had said not to tell anyone about the game, so I better not asked Marc. He would probably just laugh at me anyway. Why would someone who was sleeping with Charlene two or three times a week want to play in a strip poker game anyway?When I got back to. “About 15 minutes. I’m going to be a bit late but again I’m not complaining.” “Will you be in trouble?” “No I’ll call the clerk. It’ll make it cool.” I grabbed my t-shirt and boxers. Handing her my t-shirt to clean herself up with as I wiped off my cock with my boxers and then the seat. I leaned over the front seat and grabbed the rest of our clothes. I dressed in the back seat. She stepped out and dressed outside next to the car. God she was beautiful. Uninhibited. Free. I placed my shoes on. As they kissed, his hands were caressing the top of her legs and as his hands traveled up the back of her skirt, I got a glimpse of her red thong.She kept pulling her skirt downwards to hide her firm ass and she whispered something to Damien. He moved his hands to her front, and I assumed that he was playing with her tits. Suddenly, I saw her shoulders and the strap of her red bra and I knew that he had undone some buttons on her shirt. His hands were trying to ease her shirt off her shoulders. " I recognized your car as I was walking in. Would you like to walk back together?" she said."Best offer I've had all day," I said. "Hey... , walking you back to my car is more fun than fishing anyway." I hate to tell you this, Gerald, but I'm afraid we aren't going to make it back without getting wet," Jenny said, giggling like a teenager as we both looked up at a sky which was looking more angry by the minute.Within moments, the first few heavy drops of rain started to fall. I hated it. Jenny.