She gasped as she looked up from her note pad to see the towering figure of a large man on horseback before her. “Am I trespassing?” She asked as ...he looked up at his weather beaten face. A smile broke through his soft, slightly graying whiskers and one finger pushed his Stetson back. “No ma’am, it’s quite all right. Mother Nature should be enjoyed by all. What ya writing if I may be so bold” he asked as he stepped down from his mount. “Just a story of fantasies,” she answered. ” I love to. I said are you going to play or are you going to just stand there being sad no one is stroking your stick. He said he would play, but he only played for money. I said 10 bucks is all I had and he said that was fine. The first game I ran the table so I said again. He said I was too cocky and needed to be taken down a peg. I said I bet you would love to peg me, keeping with the c***dish entendre. To my surprise he said I would absolutely love to peg you hard. I kind of laughed it off and ten he. It was her turn to get up and get more beer and my friend popped out to get the whiskey for more shots. He made it back first and started to set them up. My wife came out with the beers and between the beers being cold and the AC in the house, her nipples were super hard. After taking the shots I made a comment about them again. She just covered them again and laughed and said that we shouldn't be looking. I told her that our friend already knows what they look like anyway and that she should. ‘I’m so happy for you, child. Come here and give your Auntie a hug.’ Julie smiled with relief and complied. ‘So, do you have a date yet? And where will the wedding be?’ she asked. ‘We were thinking of having the wedding in Las Vegas,’ Julie began as we resumed our stroll. ‘Las Vegas?’ Aunt Betty interrupted, ‘in my day, only people that had to get married went there.’ ‘No, it’s not like that anymore,’ Julie smirked, ‘we were thinking of the Venetian, which is really quite fancy. We aren’t.