Fucken hell how good am I at maths, Ben won the next hand and demanded a kiss too. Ben crawled over his cock twitching against his tummy as he gave me a peck on the cheek. Indian Sex God, it felt so fucken big stretching me till it seemed that I couldn’t stretch anymore. The cards were dealt again and I lost two hands in quick succession. So almost as though I wasn’t there they began arguing what my rules should be and they settled on me having to lose three times in order to lose a hand. Jesus had I peed myself I wondered. I deposited their beers with scarcely a nod from them and proceeded to do what most women do in those circumstances, tidying up the kitchen and doing other little odd jobs to keep me nearly sober and save me doing it in the morning. So the game began after a few hands the boys had lost their shoes. They laughed again but not quite as loudly. On this one particular weekend, he had arranged to come back and pick me up and we’d both go out for a beer or two.
