Erin got in last and cuddled to Blossoms back and wrapped her right arm around our littlest wife, resting on her small right breast.“Can you guess w...ho won the game, Sweetie?” Erin asked.“I assume it was Lynn and then Blossom and then you, Erin.”“Nope! I won, Lynn was second, and Blossom was third. I decided that I wanted to cuddle up to Blossom tonight. Sometimes the winner wants to cuddle with you and sometimes not.” Erin explained.“How come I don’t get to play?” I asked.“Because we are. Of course careful thought goes into this illicit liaison, like a large zipper placed directly above the object he caresses, a small piece of wool tied though the slider hole, on the zipper, reminds him just to tug on it to release and open the thin fabric, exposing the warm flesh and the joys of toying the crinkly bum hole entrance, to which by then I try to ease you inside for the journey ahead.Some men have sufficient experience to slide their hands between a woman's legs and feel the heat. "Nothing to be scared about, Pookie. Never hurt you, remember? Trust me, remember?" She nodded. "That gag may make your jaw sore, so I won't keep it in all the time. I just want you to know I have it. Besides, it'll come in handy... later... when you do your air raid siren imitation." She even chuckled a bit through the gag at that one. "OK, up on the bed, now." He helped her lift her legs up on the bed, then dragged them down so that he could reach the bedposts with the last piece of rope. She. They're not going to tell. It's a bachelor party. They know the code." We should have done something like paintball," I groused."But what would a bachelor party be without strippers?"I rolled my eyes and leaned back on the bed. I could hear the jokes and catcalls coming from the suite's main room, where the poker game continued full force. I'd pulled Allen into the bedroom as soon as he'd let slip that we were going to have some 'adult entertainment' showing up soon."You should have asked me,".