When you had to do something, you kept on going for the duration of another hand. What happened in the game stayed in the game, nobody was allowed to ...tell anyone else what happened. (This of course doesn't count because none of you will ever know exactly who we are... :p) In previous games, we became bored pretty quickly and nobody really got down past their underwear. Tonight was different.We're all over 19 and relatively responsible. My friends and I had a pretty simple rule. If we planned. Using the pawnshop owner’s own pocket cellular phone, I called the police, and told them that their bike thieves were captured, and waiting for them. I found my brother’s bike, and then mine, and threw them into the bed of my pickup. Also finding a can of black spray paint on a wall, I spray painted on the floor of the garage, ‘Heavy Metal Thunder was here.’ As I was leaving the police showed up, sirens a blazing, not noticing me leaving. Someone must have reported the gun shot as well for. He felt like he was mated to a wild, little female animal. Her spit swished into his mouth and her fingers eventually moved to his own anus. Then it was his turn to squeal as she stuck in her middle finger into his ass hole. It triggered his balls and once again, he launched cum into his new whore’s fanny hole. He had to rest for a long time after that. So he leisurely licked and sucked Alice’s oozing cunt while he waited for the next revival. She quietly moaned as he played little tongue. “Smile please, you have an amazing smile,” she requested as she snapped another picture.She then busied herself with her phone for a few seconds.“Thanks. Sometimes I like to send my partner a picture of the guy I am going to fuck and get his response. A little bit kinky but it works for us. When he sends me a picture of a woman he is about to fuck I stop whatever I am doing and masturbate. Those are some of my best orgasms.”I sat there staring into her eyes with a dumbfounded expression on my.