My scalp prickled where his knuckles brushed across my hair as he secured it. The scent of him surrounded me, God, why do I dissolve into a puddle whe... I smell his unique scent? Part good clean soap, fresh air and sunshine, it's intoxicating to me.His hand is at my elbow indicating that I should rise, he walked me towards where I knew it stands and my skin prickled with awareness as he guided me into place. I faced the large wooden X, called a St. Andrews Cross, a Crux decussata. I knew from. His hand slipped over my hip, under my panties, and probed downward through my pubic hair seeking out my magic button. My skin danced in response to his touch. I held my breath in anticipation of him touching my most sensitive spot. He was so close and then he abruptly withdrew his hand. I was disappointed until . . .I felt his thumb under the elastic waistband of my panties, pulling them off my butt and down to my knees in one long slow drag. My wet pussy was now exposed from behind as I. The old-timer just nodded. His Stetson was sitting comfortably as if it had been made for this very man and his eyes underneath were as alert as they no doubt had been for many years. Daniel confided that he had particularly chosen to play Omaha for his first tournament so that he could experience Binion’s, and that the different game would keep him fresh for the ‘big one’. The old-timer just kept on smiling at Daniel in that reassuring way of his, before pushing his Stetson back on his head.. Alexandria’s lips quivered as she stroked the bishop. She could almost feel the previous ten minutes repeat themselves. She squeezed her legs together and tightened her muscles. She could feel her hot pussy pulse and dance to her clenching thighs. She glanced over her shoulder at the closed door. Unfinished business, she thought, before glancing back at Ruslan.Ruslan was getting hot under the collar. He found himself concentrating on how she looked and what she did with her hands, body and face.