"Get that drunk." He filled the glasses held by both of his friends and then flicked the switch on the television to put the live football match onto ...the screen.They had a direct feed from the pub downstairs and Neil put the empty bottle of the cheapest vodka available behind the chair. Paula tried to focus on him, but he was blurry and she found her head spinning. "I'm..." She started but could not finish the sentence.Neil reached over and brought the drink to her lips, and she groaned as the. ”“It’s what your body does to me.”“Mmm ... feels good ... More ... Just nipples.” Jeff pinched her small but firm nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Chelsea increased the cadence of her rocking. “Oh, God, Jeff! I’m gonna come! More!”He added his own rocking and pinched her nipples harder. Chelsea closed her eyes, lifted her face and groaned. Jeff could feel her internal muscles throbbing against his firmly erect shaft. He began a gentle in-out thrusting, going in gently and taking. Pressing my middle finger down her crack I let my hand slide deeper until my fingertips just reached the folds of her pussy lips. She was even more soaking wet! At this moment her boyfriend decided that he had teased you enough and started pushing his meat into you. The sensation of the fat, cock ramming its way into your slippery pussy through those swollen pussy lips, and the satisfaction of finally having a cock in your hungry pussy made you moan with pleasure. The moaning turned into a low. I decided to make things interesting.“Want to make this game a little exciting and make it a game of strip poker?” I asked.“I guess.” Paul said.We agreed that each hand lost would mean losing an article of clothing. We each counted to make sure that we started with the same number of items. Each of us had a pair of socks, pants, boxers, and a shirt on. I dealt the first hand, and I lost. There went the socks. The next hand I won, and off went Paul’s socks. Paul lost the next two hands. He was.