?Okay, you all know the rules right?? They all answered ?right!? She took a scarf and wrapped it around my head twice. Alright, pants OFF!? I quic...kly pulled down my jeans and pink panties. I heard the humiliating ‘whoops’ and whistles. I bent over and readied myself. ?SMACK? came the blow. ?Okay, guess.? ?Sue??? I answered timidly. They all laughed. ?No!? I heard two or three of them say. Then Sue’s voice. ?The shoes!? I kicked off the sneakers I was wearing and bent over again.. There’s no mistake. Phil fucked you that night instead of me. Christ! Who do you think carried you back to your room?”The bitterness in her voice was horrible but it all made sense. No wonder the sex had felt so different; it had been with a different man. Phil must have fucked me believing I was Maggie. We looked similar in daylight; drunk and in the darkness had he made as big a mistake as I had?No! My mistake was far, far worse!My hands fell to my belly in horror. I felt sick. Maggie’s eyes. But the one selected by this chance throw, also known as ' the toss', was more than a lottery gamer. Indeed, his lot was fated by the toss. His fate was his initiation into the society of men ( well, teenage society.)The game was for a circle of close buddies: Players considered themselves best-buds and unspoken agreement and boyhood honour bound them all in a secret circle of friendship. In Britain they would call each other mates and that relationship was sacred.The game was about male. Late at night, I was thinking about my time with Tanya, when I fell asleep, I had this strange dream of the newly wed sex show how the young bride and groom made love when suddenly I felt as if the groom was me and the bride took face of Kim, Tanya's young daughter, I woke up feeling hard and wet. By the time, I was in the shower I knew I had to take my chances. Tanya's young sexy daughter’s was on my mind.I have spent most of my divorce life, more than 10 years, trying to seduce beautiful.