"Tom was next around the table, but he shook his head. "Pot's too rich for me. I fold." Me, too," I said tossing my cards face down on the table."Not ...oo rich for me," Pete proclaimed, "I'll match you and raise you three more," pushing out a blue chip of his own.We all looked expectantly at Cindy. "What am I supposed to do now?" she asked.Tom explained her choices. "You can fold right now, and lose what you have put out, or you can match Pete's bet and then compare hands to see who has the. "Anything?" He asked as if testing her and Kyra nodded right away; she didn't want him to think that she didn't like what he did to her! Jon nodded as well. "Kneel down... right between my legs." Kyra did as he asked her and Jon took her hands in his, posing them right on his stiff cock. Instinctively, Kyra squeezed it softly and her eyes grew wide when she saw him throwing his head back and groaning in delight."What's wrong, Mr. Markman?" Kyra asked worriedly. "Am I not being good?"Jon. Jim's hands started to move Jennifer's hips gently, as he deliberately moved his own in counterpoint. He didn't want to launch his love away from his groin. The short movements, and stimulation of their two chests rubbing together, worked to speed them along. It didn't take long before Jennifer was announcing her pleasure again. Jim could take no more of this, and fired a load deep in his wife's waiting womb. The load was unusually big, and little drops that leaked out were soon airborne and. .. mentally too I suppose."Lydia raised an eyebrow at that. "Hmm... that sounds like a story, do tell!" she said."Not much to say really. My wife, well... now my ex, left me for another guy. Had a hard time dealing with it and rather than booze or d**gs I guess food was my coping mechanism. After a couple of years eating my sorrows away, my doc said I was pre-hypertensive, pre-diabetic, and pre-paring myself for an early grave. So I started eating right and joined the gym." Well sorry to hear.