He could tell a good story and the two girls were hanging on his every word.He could tell a good story and the two girls were hanging on his every word. After dinner, Cindy reluctantly packed for a "sleep-over" at her best friend's house. It was her big, end-of-the-school-year celebration, and we had been hearing about it for weeks, so I was a little surprised by her wanting to stay with the "old folks." When Amanda returned from delivering Cindy to her party, and making sure it was chaperoned, we broke out some cards and began to play "Hearts." I guess with the drinks, and the fact that Greg hadn't done anything really outrageous, Amanda and I began to relax and enjoy the evening, and (as usual, after a few drinks) Amanda became a tiny bit of a flirt. Around about 10 o'clock, Greg asked if we ever went skinny-dipping. I guess he could tell from the look and smile Amanda and I shared, that we had - quite often, as a matter of fact. He grabbed the deck of cards and said, "I thought so. Well, we're all friends here. Let's play a few hands of `strip blackjack' and then we'll go swimming." I started to decline, when I felt Amanda's hand on mine, "What the hell, James. We're all family, and we don't want to get our guest angry on his first night here." She was right. I didn't want to piss off a boozed-up Greg. Greg was the dealer and, to my surprise, he lost the first hand. He was wearing only his swimtrunks and he stood up and lowered them off his hips. He had the largest, thickest cock I have ever seen, hanging semi- rigid between his legs, and I could see Amanda giving it a close inspection, also. He started to deal, and I asked him what he was betting, since he didn't have any more clothes on. He smiled at me and said, "Don't worry about it, Jimmy-boy." He won the next hand, and Amanda and I shed our shirts. I tied Greg on the next hand, but Amanda went bust. "Mandy, Mandy, Mandy. Time to pay the piper, Dear." Greg grinned from ear to ear as Amanda stood and slowly removed her bathing suit. |