The scented oils she'd already put in the waters washed her body and made her feel so much better.Thirty minutes later she was fully dressed in her 'r...laxing' clothes, a pair of linen slacks a loose blouse and her favorite tennis shoes. She sat at the kitchen table and drank her coffee and read the morning paper. The only thing she had to do today was meet withJames later this afternoon and go over some of the items that remained concerning the property she was planning to sell. James had. The thing is, you would still be dead." Her smile conveyed her message more than her words. "Now, you just think about it." She smiled again and turned away.Henry had come in and joined them at their table when she returned. "What was that all about?" Oh I just preached them the gospel according to Jimmy. Don't mess with Jimmy's red headed wife because his bite is worse than her bark."Jimmy looked at her with a puzzled look on his face. "What did you just say?"She kissed the bald spot just. She squatted in front of him, the pair of them side-on to the audience. She took his cock and began to suck him off noisily. Her other hand strayed to her crotch, rubbing the gusset of the G-string.She began to deep-throat him, the noise she made was so fucking slutty - “glrrrg! gppl! glppl! gloch! glurp!”Hand inside her wet g-string she flicked her hardening clit.She stopped the rhythmic slurping for a moment, as she needed both hands to pull her sodden knickers down, standing bent over for a. “Well, now. Ahead with one card,” I observed. “I think that’s worth raising the stake. Let’s make the hand worth four pieces. Don’t you think, Sugar?” “Four?” Patrick looked down at his cards: nothing higher than a 7 and only three unturned cards left. “Shit, you’re really putting the hammer down, don’t you think.” I enjoyed a good laugh: the kind that lets the other know you’re firmly in the driver’s seat. “Might as well take it, Patrick. You refuse the raise and you lose half your pieces..