This game had been playing out for a while now, and for a group of college students with nothing else to do, the game had grown rather sexual very qui...ckly. Everyone had already been dared right down to their underwear, and they didn’t seem ready to stop the game anytime soon. Chelsea and her friend were already dared out of their bras, and used their arms to cover their chests. The young woman with bottle-blonde hair gave a mischievous smile, and made her decision, “I dare you to remove your. It's not the type of thing you can release and then add on to, because the game doesn't work unless it is complete. It also was far too... blatantly erotic for my tastes, and so after several months having not touched it, I need to admit I'll never work on it again. I'm starting a much simpler take on the formula. In the meantime, feel free to look under the hood and see what I was somewhat working towards. You need to be honest with yourself. This isn't some experiment. It's not some funny gag. " But her voice betrayed her deep fatigue. Carlos gently took her by her arm and led her into the house. He took her to the living room, so as to not wake up their useless father, who was slumbering loudly in one of the small back rooms.Nena sat down on the sofa, leaning her head back. Carlos left to get her some coffee, he made it extra strong. When he returned, Nena took the steaming mug from him gratefully. "Thank you, my sweet brother."Carlos sat down opposite her, smiling. When she reached. My leg completely stretched out I found his warm cock with my right foot and started rubbing it. Pretty brazen that he completely didn't care that his parents were sitting next to us and I was massaging his cock. It wasn't long before he was completely hard. From what I could feel, he had no underwear on under his loose shorts. Which made it easier for me to massage his cock, now with both feet. This went on for a few minutes while the conversation across the table continued normally. Until I.