" She frowned, prettily this time. "I'm having a really hard time believing you are for real." I've noticed that. And I may have a couple theories to ...xplain it." Let's have 'em, then." I don't think you are going to like hearing this."We were sitting comfortably in the 'living room' on the more overstuffed than usual chairs provided by the casino, sipping on coffee (mine was decaf) from the mini-kitchenette. We had spent the last few minutes talking about winning and losing at slots, the. I was more intrigued by how pretty she looked when she took my hand. I was shaken from the memory of watching her get fucked as she looked at me smiling. “Where’s Joan?” she said”usually you two are attached at the hips,not now since she heard that we were engaged. I took a sip of my drink staring at Deb in the mirror behind the bar for a minute before I said we are just friends now.I watched her sit there looking at me from the mirror while I look another drink.She shook her hair back over her. "No you don't bitch" I moaned as I held his head poised to finish the job he had started. Knowing this was Pauls first time I guess I should of been nice and let him just jerk me to a finish. He had never experienced this before and clearly was trying to resist the orgasm he was about to bring about. Fuck that I thought as the memories of what he had said and how the break up afterwards hurt me so. Paul was about to get what he deserved. He took me to brink and just as I felt my cock. Half an hour later I heard their voices coming from the bathroom. The shower ran for a very long time. Eventually they emerged, again dressed for the party. This time they greeted me.Angie explained “Tom could not wait until after the party!”.Tom said “I hope that you don't mind Mr Smith. She looks so hot dressed like that. I don't think that she wanted to wait either.”I replied “I don't mind you two fucking and I can understand the urgency, but I do object to you calling me Mr Smith. Please.