The last person with any clothes left on was the winner.Though we were sometimes drunk when we played and my memory has faded I recall a couple of mem...orable games. Obviously it could happen that you had to take a garment off someone of the same sex if they lost to you. On one occasion a guy about my age lost to me. I’d gathered he was a bit gay and had wondered through the game what it would feel like if he stripped me naked. As his clothes came off we saw was wearing tiny pink pastel shiny. I was devastated. We had a good marriage which had given us two daughters who are now eight and six.It was hard for the girls, without their mother. My sister did her best to help out when she can but she had a family of her own. I knew my girls needed a woman in their life, someone they could look up to. I wanted only the best for them.After my wife's accident Linda volunteered to help out anyway she could. That's the kind of person she is. A couple of nights a week she would come over and. I can decide to use my control at any time, for any reason. Is that clear?”“Yes. So I have to ask your permission to go out with anyone.”“That’s right, but only if you’re going to be late coming home. I will also have to approve of what you are wearing and what you may not wear.”“Are you kidding me? You are going to tell me how to dress?”“Don’t get excited, sis. You just have to tell me what you intend to wear. Most of the time, I won’t have a problem with it. If I do, you’ll have to wear. During the taxi drive home I was aching to be entered, I could smell the sex on myself, and so could he. I removed my thong with a gentle grace which was almost beyond me, and as I leant in to embrace him I paused my hand under his nose for a little longer than neccesary, I wanted him to smell me, be ready for how much I needed this fuck. His gaze met mine for the first time since the bar, he began to kiss me passionately, fucking my mouth with his long, wet tongue, letting me know what he had.