Tim's voice was slow but not slurred by alcohol. "I needed someone I could trust. God help me, between my family and my co-workers, I can't think of a...single, fucking one I can trust." Tim looked at me with sad eyes. "Does that tell you what a complete fuck up my life is? I trust a call girl more than my own wife..." Tim put his hands over his eyes and, Fuck Me!, he was crying! I'd never had any experience of seeing a man cry. Tim wasn't sobbing but when his hands fell to his desk his cheeks. ?You?ve got every inch sissy, how much more do you want???I just want it, I want it deep inside me, it feels, it feels sofucking good. It?s stingy, and hot, but fuck it feels good, so good!?Having her cock embedded in my rectum again, she moved to reach underme. I pushed her away, ?No, please no! You?ll make me cum. I reallywant to cum from you fucking me, not from you rubbing my clitty?? Ileaned forward and felt her cock sliding out. When I thought it washalf way out, I looked over my shoulder. ” Now it was Patrick’s turn to smile. “It’s called the better part of valor.” I looked over the six exposed cards we each had. Patrick with a 4, 6, 5, 7, 6, 4. Me with a Queen, Ace, 8, Jack, Ace, Ace. Without further ado Patrick picked up his last card and held it so only he could see the face. “Must be my reward for clean living,” he said as he put down the 8 he’d turned. “I’d been thinking full house, but an 8-high straight gets me where I need to go just fine. And I think it’s time to end. Stepping towards Bern, with her arms open wide. The two women flung their arms tight around each other and clung on as if their life depended on it."I'm going to miss you babe," Bridget sobbed"You too hun but it won't be forever. Before you know it we will be meeting up again, no doubt, in some far flung corner of the world," Bern replied"You promise" Of course, either we come to you or you come to us. Either way there will be wine flowing" At least getting out of the area I won't ever run into.