My hubby came up stairs and apologized for the intrusion, but he had forgot to cancel the poker meeting and as two of the guys had drove from far away... so he let them in to play a few hands.“But, honey, you promised me a romantic night out!!!” I yelled at him.“Sorry love, it will be less than an hour and then we can go out, I promise”“It better be only less than an hour!” I hissed.My husband kissed me on my lips and ran back downstairs to his buddies.The usual poker bunch always consisted of. And not given lightly. An eight was rare. A nine rarer still. And a ten. Well! Could that even exist? Often she wondered about what would have happened if she’d included her on-stage sex in her total. What would that have done? And would that be cheating? Would that make her an entry into the Guinness Book of Records? But they didn’t really have that kind of thing in there. Or did they? She wasn’t sure. But she wasn’t sure she’d want her photograph or name in something like that. It was bad. Robby already had it in the pocket of his robe. He followed her.When he got to the studio she was already behind the easel, looking at the painting. He dropped his robe and went to stand by the column. The hair light was on, so he could see the words easily. She could also see that he was half erect easily."I thought of her tonight and ... remembered." he announced, naming the poem."I closed my eyes, but my vision failed to dim. She was there, standing ... and I could not un-see her. Her eyes,. You will find her on the phone taking out a second mortgage on your house. Don't fuck with me...thats the consensus anyway. I was surprised by the size of her pussy. Like the rest of her it was compact and snug around my fingers as I dug them up and along her g spot, simultaneously lashing away at her clit with my hot mouth. "Oooohhh myyyy Goooooddd!" exclaimed Lacon. "What are you dooooing to me?" I don't know when I got so good at this. I was a natural from the get go, I think. I.