When we re-entered the room Marge whisked my wife upstairs and when they returned a couple of minutes later she told us that they had decided that we ...would have to work to see their goodies. They then produced a pack of cards and Marge said “we decided to do it the old fashioned way, and we’ll get to see you guys strip as well”. We sat around our dining room table and dealt the cards. It was agreed that only the worst hand would remove and item.As you can imagine the tension rose as shoes and. Lips mashing together with tongues duelling.Meanwhile she hands were busy, pulling and pushing at my clothes ... opening or ripping off buttons as she attempted to strip me. My hands grabbed her top and pulled it up and over her head, revealing her full tits just held in by her sexy white lacy bra.We left a trail of clothes from the front door to the bedroom doorway where I picked her up and dumped her on her back in the middle of the bed.It was only then in a short pause that we got to. She was beginning to think that she might not get in on the action unless she put down her foot and demanded an equal share of Matt's lovely cock.Her thoughts of kinky sex drove away her worries about the hunting party chasing after them. The had given them the slip long enough to allow them some resting time and it looked like with an eager beaver like Matt around to give it his all they would have a lot of fun spending some time in his sturdy little cabin isolated in the wilderness.She. Soon she was almost begging me to fuck her.“I won’t tell mom and dad,” she begged“Honey something’s are worth waiting for, and you are precious enough to want to make sure it’s right. Okay!” I put on my best smile and let my blue eyes flash.“Yes but how long will I have to wait you have my body screaming inside I have never felt like this.” She kissed me once more and we headed for the car. I guess tonight was going to be the night.We arrived at my hotel and while Emma was putting the stuff.