A Win- wait a Win??

Raising both hands in awe as she strikes a victory pose, her milky jugs jump and sway hypnotically just in front of the old man who seemed just as surprised as the author of this story. His old wrinkly jaw dropping as he imagines savoring those mouth watering breasts in his old rusty jaw.

"I won! I did it! I knew I could! Haha!"

"So you have"

The old creep still sitting completely naked on the couch could only marvel at the young ripe fruit that was jumping in glee. Only after a minute of cheering does she sigh and place her hands against her child bearing hips.

"It's been fun mister but I really need to head home, I think it's gotten late and-"

But only now does the girl notice that the clothes she has recently taken off were no longer around. She searched high and low and her she couldn't find them, the only pieces of clothes that were around, were that of the old mans's. But they were meant for a crippled and half starving body, there's no way her plump and well rounded curves would squeeze into them.

"Mister, uh—"

"Yes?"

The old man responds softly, although judging by the way he smiles. It was he could predict what would've came from those pink youthful lips.

"M-My clothes.. I can't find them!"

"Don't you mean my clothes?"

Sally looks at him, a bit startled by his responses no less.

"Huh? Um.. W-What do you mean?"

The old dried up prune chuckles while leaning back on the lavishly well cushioned red couch of his.

"It's part of the game was it not my dear? What's mine is yours and what's yours, well.. you understand my dear. It's a gentleman's honor never to go back on ones word~♪"

He continues to leer at her perfectly shaped lower half, her body has so much meat in the right places that he felt his mouth going dry again. Occasionally making a lick across his wrinkly lips as Sally remains in a panic.

"No, no, no! That can't be.. then how am I going to leave! I can't wear your clothes, they won't fit! Please mister!"

"I'm afraid we can't do anything about it, unless you wish to sit another round with this man. I'm sure the next game, surely, you'll win"

But the old man had no plans of making the same mistake. His eyes seem fixed on her ample bossom and those smooth toned legs of hers. Sally seemed ****, she didn't want to sit around and play another game but on the off chance she would win, surely she'll take back her clothes and leave this creepy old house for good.

"..Mmm well, it's just-" she closes her eyes and decides now is the best time to make up her mind.