What I am trying to say is... Karen Peterson, will you be my wife?"She had been looking at the computer so she had not seen Dad hand me the box. She h...d been watching me as I said my piece, but when she saw the last sentence, she had a stunned look on her face. She didn't move for a several seconds. Then she realized that I was waiting for an answer. "Oh God, YES! Dave, I love you."She held out her shaking hand as I pulled the ring out of the box and put it on her finger. I had guessed right. His balls, however, were a mess. They looked like they belonged on a bull, dark and swollen, and apparently ready to burst open. There must've been more power built up in those balls than in a pressure cooker that had been left at a high temperature for a week. He was more than ready to blow. He needed a damn good wank, but he just couldn't. Not with all that... stuff.Reginald continued stroking until he spotted a small shiny drop emerge from the very tip of his cock. This sent a ripple of. "Mike could you get me a glass of wine before we start?" Sure Mom." I replied getting her a glass.The game finally got underway and the first hour of it progressed without any major hands taking place. My mom had definitely picked up a trick or two online and Fred was also pretty good, he got Charlie to fold on a good bluff.The night was also getting hotter and the air turned more humid, we did not have central air and we only used fans in a few of the rooms. I had the ceiling fan going full. Logan didn’t mind that part so much.Further crowding them was Logan’s inventory of “equipment”, if you could call it that. He had a stone knife he had chipped down to a ragged, serrated edge, a long stick with a sharpened, fire-hardened tip that could almost be called a spear, and a small pile of poorly cured rat furs. All of that had taken most of a week to gather. Your average caveman would be better armed than he was, but considering the Faerie Queen Maeve had dumped him, quite suddenly,.