In fact, this guy raced in so fast he didn’t even bother to tuck his cock back in his jeans. Although I found that odd, I thought that he must have ...eeded to take a crap fast. As I stood there to take a leak, the guy at the urinal next to me started to pump his cock. Well shit, since he had a pretty good size cock, I watched that fucker grow and grow as he pumped it. As soon as he was hard he said, “I drive a truck, and this is the horniest fucking rest stop in the country. Go on man, pump your. When she tried to get me to undo another, though, I didn’t let her, as I’d not have wanted Curtis seeing my whole bra.We did this conga dance where you form a line, holding the waist in front of you. I made sure Curtis was the one behind me so it wasn’t some stranger coming around me every time a crash rippled through the line.When they dimmed the lights and the band switched to Moon River -- Luna Rio, according to my flashcards -- Curtis dragged me to the floor, and once we figured out how to. The entwined feathers looked like an intricate yet delicate puzzle, the white color of the feathers seemed as if they glowed from their pure color. The only detail that marred its simple beauty were the heavy metal chains that held up the shell in the air, securing the wings from opening. With only a few computers left, Jennifer made her last round. As she neared the final computer, a low rumble began to resound and the little hairs on the back of her neck rose in attention. ‘What on earth…’. I get jackpots and I get some pays, but I was still down six hundred bucks. Not that the money bothers me all that much. Heck, my husband can lose twice that in one hand of poker. He always ends up winning though.That's what we come for actually. Poker. Jason (my husband) was here for the poker tournament. He's pretty good too, I guess. Anyway one casino or another invites him, pays his way and gives him a room. I rarely ever go actually. I did this time to escape my mother wanting to, well,.