Two of clubs and seven of hearts. Ugh.“No point in anyone folding before the flop,” said Carla, staring at the edges of her cards. “Let’s see ...��em, Laura.”Laura burned the top card, then dealt the flop.Are you fucking serious? What the fuck am I going to do with this?The six of diamonds, eight of spades, and seven of clubs stared up at her. “Bet,” she called.Tiff hesitated. “I call,” she said after another moment, not looking up.I’m getting the feeling Tiff’s not very good at poker.“Raise,” said. He remembered her teeth biting down onhis neck, the numb feeling spreading over his body. But most of all heremembered the moon, its bright full form casting the only light onthat night. He could feel the light burning into him as his body feltwarmer and warmer. He awoke from the dream in a haze, his skin was warmto the touch and his clothes drenched with sweat. Confused and a bitpanicked by the odd dream, he rested his head in his hands. What thehell was with that dream, he wondered, why did. The brutally taut laces forced her breasts so that they rose so high above the fabric that her nipples were blatantly showing.The skirt was loose and fell to her ankles with a slit that rose on either side up to her hip bones. Each sway showed off a sheer white stocking that rose just above her knee. It was held in place by a delicate garter.Moira took Guinevere by the hips and ground herself against the other woman, moaning at the exquisite sensation of silk and leather sliding together. She. I crept silently into the bedroom and inspected her body closely. There was no evidence that anything had occurred. She was dressed in a pair of cotton panties, and a tight little pink shirt. The covers were thrown off her, as she usually gets hot at night. She was lying on her stomach, with her cute little ass propped up in the air by the blankets under her curvaceous body. Part of me wanted to tear those panties off her and fuck her in the asshole; like that guy had done only a few hours.