The games were being played for drinks, the loser’s would buy the them so as you can imagine I was paying out every time we went on the table. Dee m...eanwhile was having drinks bought her at almost every game. I guess it was her little mini that she was wearing and she would make a point of leaning over the table to make shots. She would bend over ensuring that her skirt would rise up to reveal her little knickers with her bum cheeks spilling over the sides. Occasionally one of the lads would. My visual inspection continued, as did Amy's sleep. Though my will continued to weaken. My own arousal was beginning to take form.The soft hairs that adorned her mound, were the sweetest I could find on her body.Kisses had been buried there.I recalled my mouth lingering, to her enjoyment.The shape of her hips, where her pelvis joined, made a perfect place to kiss the sweetness on either side of her mound. This led to the tops of her thighs, and to an even greater sweetness, between.My arousal. I stood up straight, trying not to notice how my breasts bounced and swayed under my v-neck undershirt. The undershirt was way too big for this fine figured woman in the mirror and one side had slipped down off my shoulder to reveal some of the magnificent cleavage. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and steeled myself. One hand came up swiftly, striking the side of my face. It left a burning red mark and yet nothing happened. The beautiful woman still looked back at me from the mirror. I. It was so bizarre and yet so very real."It is sweet, isn't it? The idea of losing me to someone moreattractive? Because inside that sense of loss, of helplessness,of shame, is a delight you've never previously acknowledged, isn'tthere? You've jerked off to it, but never admitted it! Until now? Isn't that right?"I had nothing to say. My face began to clench as again I foughtback more tears."But now you can confess those feelings to me, my darling! To theone woman who loves you more than.