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A group of 4 people who does the truth or dare first in the group ?

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"No, you chicken-shit —" Lauren interjects, exhibiting her cat-like claw and vehemently shaking her head in angry protest. She raises the Raspberry Vodka, only now to discover there's no more liquor inside of the bottle. For a second or two, clearly, her disappointment overcomes her facial expression, but then, after a demonstrative shrugging of her shoulders, she heaves a sigh and follows that with a perky sweeping of her head. Her hair immediately fans out and shoots pellets of water away like an aqueous sort of machine gun.

"Don't be a loser, Vince," she says, throwing the bottle on the grass.

She turns at the edge of the pool and forms the kitty claws once more. "Don't think I won't chop your Johnson off, too. Vince chooses dare. He is doing a dare."

"Fine. Dare, then. If it will make Lauren happy, I'll —"

"— Terrific!" Lauren practically shouts.

Tonya looks at us, inspecting Lauren and myself while choosing the dare.

I swig the very last of the Miller High Life, discard the bottle by getting out and responsibly depositing it inside the only waste receptacle. Afterward, my strongest desire is to immediately slip back into the warm pool.

"I dare you to suck Lauren's nipple," Tonya says, surprisingly. "Go," she says, clapping, finally showing a similar level of enthusiasm as her sister. "Suck Lauren's nipple, Vince."

"What?" I say, laughing. Afterward, I curiously look toward Lauren.

Lauren doesn't appear disagreeable to the idea. So I change my mind. "Fine. I’m up for it."

I walk toward Lauren's thin frame in the water. She fixes her hair, so the wet strands cling to the back of her shoulders, preliminarily kept away from her face. I wait, as she lowers her top, giggling and then looking in different directions with a closed-lipped, immodest smile, noticeably excited the game has elevated in this manner. Once her full breast is exposed, she motions for me to approach with a welcoming arm gesture. I get closer, lower down to her chest, and — as dared — wrap my lips around the protruding bump. Her nipple looks like a pink bull’s-eye. It’s the size of a pushpin and closely resembles the game piece from "Sorry" that advances across the collapsible playing board. The supple breast tastes like chlorinated water, as I lap my tongue around the nipple, ever so lightly holding the tit as I do.

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