Her nervousness about her sexuality was being overcome by her normal confidence.She got up and my hand captured hers. Pulling her close, I stood and h...eld my position an inch away. I thought about kissing her but knew that would be the worst possible thing. I wanted to see her bad, but a kiss would scare her off. I turned and pushed her to take my seat. She sat down with her legs open for balance. Looking pointedly between her legs, she started to close them, but my hands stopped her.Dropping to. Then she lost three more hands in a row to be barefoot and on something more of an even keel.Matthew was the next to lose and removed his shirt. When Amelia lost the next hand, she too was barefoot, followed by Matthew who lost his shorts at the end of the next hand. He stood on his chair and did a dodgy strip-tease as he removed them, to gales of laughter from everyone at the table."Getting bloody dangerous this is," he announced, picking up the cards to deal.Amelia lost the following hand and. Coman original story by roccodadom44WARNING this story is fiction, contains violence, snuff, gay, underage, scat, please read with caution rocco I was a victim, of my own success, having made millions by the time I was forty, done fashion models, movie stars, pretty boys, lived a wild life, an endless parade of willing cunt and ass, it wore me out, dulled me, became a screaming bore, in an act of desperation I cashed out, moved to Bar Harbor, would live a quiet life, close by Acadia. There was a playground, appartment building, and several houses. We parked, and instantly looked out of place in our leathers. Oh well. We stowed our helmets in the panier, and hand in hand, started to wander around while Eliza narrowed it down further."Whoever it is, knows I am here, they are telepathic also. They said they would try to let us know where they were..."A loud crash drew our attention to a second floor apartment window amidst a shower of broken glass. We went inside, and I was.