Cause a distraction

"Whoops!" You cry out almost comically, dropping your bowling ball and caushing a loud crash to echo throughout the bowling alley. Everyone's head turns toward you, with the exception of the Asian waitress', as she's now biting into Roger's shoulder, apparently cumming from the loud anal fucking she's receiving. With his mouth now unoccupied by the little breast, Roger is free to glare your way with obvious annoyance. Does he know you made a scene purposefully? Eh, probably not, he's drunk as hell; he showed up that way and has only drunk more since arriving.

But your plan succeeded: Amy's hand is withdrawn and she's now rushing to your side, doting over you in her typical caring fashion. After making sure your foot wasn't hurt, and that you're feeling alright, she returns to her seat, but with her eyes glued to you and off Roger's tryst, with a hint of worry still present on her features.

With an animalistic grunt, and with his plan to seduce your friend spoiled Roger finally fills the little girl's ass with a load of cum so large it makes his entire phallus quake. It must take a ton of jizz to move so much meat. She's quickly pulled off his rod, but her ass is so tight it quickly seals, locking his sperm inside her asshole. Without a word the girl begins redressing and heads back to her position behind a counter, albeit with a slightly wonky gait. You sneakily peeked at her sparse bush while she dresses, wondering just how snug that pussy would feel wrapped around your cock. You're a bit less than average in the size department but the girl's hole is so tight even you might have trouble sliding in. No wonder Roger chose her butt.

"It's your turn, Roger." You offer, with only a hint of venom. He's too drunk to notice it anyway, as he stands and nearly tumbles over with his intoxication. Amy is quick to support his arm, even with his enormous erect tool still wobbling freely, a single string of jism threatening to stain Amy's yellow dress if she's not careful. Of course she doesn't notice, and asks you with a charecteristic beaming smile to help him to the restroom in case he's sick.

There's no way you can refuse such a sweet smile, so you begrudgingly take his arm and help lead him to the bathroom. The entire way he's belching and mumbling to himself, reminding you just how much you hate this guy. It's your birthday and you're escorting some drunk prick to the bathroom just so he can continue to try and steal your girl later. Crashing through the swinging door of the men's room, Roger heads immediately to the sink and hurls. It's not the loveliest sight, so you avert your eyes until you hear something that rings out clear as a bell: the tinkling of metal on porcelain.

It draws your attention immediately, and you snap your eyes to look at the rim of the sink. A simple sterling silver band now rests on its edge as Roger washes his hands of the filth he spewed onto them. As if by magic, you see his cock start to go flaccid and...get smaller? No, that must be a trick of the light or...

When you gaze at the ring you seem to remember something queer: you aren't totally sure that someone fucking a strange girl in the middle of a crowded public space is completely ordinary. Huh, what a weird thought. The ring holds your interest, and is so close that you'd have but to snatch it up to inspect it closer.