You lose!

"DINNER!!!" You hear yelled from the other room. You and the other girls look up. Seeing her chance, Amanda pokes you in the butthole. Shocked, you spring forward and land on the ground.

"HAHA! I WIN." She says maniacally.
"Relax Amanda, it's just a game." Emily reminds her.

You head into the dining room and take your seats at the long rectangular table. Emily and Amanda sit on one side. The mom sits on the end. When you sit down, Jenna sits down right next to you. You can't help but notice her scoot her chair a little towards yours.

Dinner is Italian sausage, peppers, and mushrooms. You're famished and dig right in.

"So John, it's not often when we have company. I must say it's refreshing having a man around the house for a change," Amelia says.

"I'm really appreciative..." you get interrupted by Jenna's hand which has reached under the tablecloth and started touching your leg. Surprised you turn towards her, but she takes a drink of her wine, like nothing has happened. "...of you hosting me and helping me out," you continue.

"Well it's really nothing John. We're always wanting to help out, however we can." She says.

Jenna's hand turns its attention towards your crotch slowly running it up and down the seam of your already tight pants. You try to shoo her off, but she just brushes your hand away and keeps going.

"So what games did you play with the girls?"

"Twister! It was ffun... you say," distracted by what's happening to you.

"Yeah! And I won," Amanda says as she puts way too big of a sausage in her mouth, completely oblivious to what's happening under the table.

You feel your zipper go down as Jenna reaches in your pants.