’ and laughed. ‘Aye Tav, that’s a story that sets a heart tae racing fast.’ as Stuart laughed as well, before clearing his throat and calming...everyone to let the tale go and consider it something to ponder later. When he had their attention, he started in where James MacRae was feeling the effects of his losses. ********************************** Thirty miles away in Ballachulish, a maddened James MacRae paced about his cottage, disturbed at the recent events and how they were slowly robbing. When I returned, she hadn’t moved noticeably. I considered moving her to the actual couch, but I was afraid that I would drop her limp, slippery body.I placed the glasses on the counter to free up my hands.I grabbed her from behind and pulled her to her feet.As I got her upright I said, “Let’s go, bitch! I’m ready to fuck!”She mumbled something. It was either “fuck you” or “fuck yeah”, but I was not sure which one.I turned her to face me. She was unsteady.I said, “Hold on to me.”She lifted both. As I sat on the lounge chair, I began to think about mu black lover Jerome and the kast time he had fucked me wildly, about three weeks ago. Now he was out of sight…My naughty thoughts got my hands moving. My left hand began flicking my nipples through my shirt as my right hand undid my string short and quickly found my hot wet pussy lips. I didn’t want to cum right away so I just rubbed the outside of my swollen lips as I stuck one finger in my asshole. I wiggled there on the chair unaware. Everyone else passed to me also. I passed, and I was wondering if no one had an opening hand, but Kristen opened for one. George immediately saw the bet, and then it was Cathy's turn. She was out of chips. She could of course fold, but that would up the chances of having the lowest hand. She was clearly thinking about it, but she finally stood up and slid the elastic bands of her white half-slip down over her hips, revealing a low cut lacy white panty that was solid in front but semi.