
Mike tried to keep his cool.
Just when he started to relax, however, the woman in front of him moved and he nearly impaled her. The warm moisture of her soft nest was like a homing device.
Bev stepped closer. "You don't recognize this?"
With his cock about to take the plunge he couldn't see anything. "I've never seen it before in my life."
One of the naked women groaned and another gasped. What was the damned paper? Why weren't they more worried about being in varying states of nakedness in the same room together? How many were there? And how the hell could he stop his damned cock?!
"Your name is on here. And so is the name of one of the naked women in your bed."
"What's going on, Bev?" came a voice from beside the bed.
"He doesn't remember."
"Remember what?" a woman at his feet asked.
He moved a toe and connected with skin.
"Paula, stay out of it. You were so drunk last night, you probably wouldn't remember your own name. It's a frigging marriage certificate and this moron can't remember signing his name to it."