"Mother-fucker, you didn't have anything," said JJ incredulously. "You fucking tried to steal the pot. You son-of-a-bitch... and it almost worked! Son...of-a-bitch!"George shrugged. JJ raked in all the chips from the pot."I'm cashing it this 'get naked' chip on yo' wife immediately then," said JJ jubilantly. "Let's see them tits, lady."Beverly already had begun to undress. Her face burned red. She unbuttoned her long gown and slowly pulled it downward. After considerable resistance, the soft. The picture frame windows were shut tight but I could see they could be thrown open to allow in all the sunlight possible. I laughed out loud and ran the rest of the way up to the door. My getaway house for the long weekend. We slipped into the warm water hand in hand, the dark night shielding us from anyone’s view. He pulled me towards the rock that was sticking out of the water. He pushed me up against its smooth weathered side. He had each of his hands resting about a foot above my. Mandy mostly bounced between being with us or with Peggy. For dinner we knew what to expect so we all went up to change into nicer clothes and ate in the restaurant in the hotel. And as before, as we were finishing up we heard the band in the main bar starting. So once we were all done we got our sodas and went into the bar.Thankfully it was the same manager as last time, and he just smiled at us as we all went in. This time the band was more of an “Oldies” group, doing mostly softer songs from. A tiny, gentle smile came to her lips as she murmured: "La mia bellissima margherita. *my beautiful daisy.*" She continued to stroke the soft hair, and her pique drained away as she quietly recited ancient-sounding verses in a language which wasn't quite Italian.Her normal wicked grin flitted over her face as she opened her mind to the young woman's erotic fantasies. All of them centered around a single woman. She had reddish auburn hair, cropped close in fluffy curls about her head, and a face.
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