‘Of course. It’s not far now.’Whirling me by the hand she’d kept in mine, shegrabbed my other hand and began a wild, capering dance,round and ...ound. Her brilliant hair floated around her inways that seemed to have little to do with her motion. Herpointy breasts were firmly aimed at me, their nipples,crimson against purple skin, erect and impossibly long.We whirled faster; and she was screaming, as she rose andfell on me, her flow-scent sweat dripping from her faceand her breasts and her belly. "Do you see anything wrong withthese?" she demanded again, glaring at me as if daring me to say that Idid. She certainly had the temper to match that hair. I dutifully looked at the small mounds on her chest, noting that theywere likely B-cup unless her clearly visible sports bra was messing withmy judgment. Certainly not huge breast but I would love to have themmyself."No, of course not, they're great," I stumbled, looking away from herchest in embarrassment. Had I really thought that I would. Then I came! I thought I was going to pass out. I thought she would pull back, my girlfriend did, but Joni kept the tip of my cock in her mouth and drank every bit that came out.She stretched out and laid her head on my chest. My heart was beating so hard I thought it would burst out of my chest.Joni started kissing me. She still had a little of my cum in her mouth but I didn't mind.As we kissed she rolled herself onto of me and started rubbing her very wet pussy on my cock. I was still soft. Let’s make the hand worth four pieces. Don’t you think, Sugar?” “Four?” Patrick looked down at his cards: nothing higher than a 7 and only three unturned cards left. “Shit, you’re really putting the hammer down, don’t you think.” I enjoyed a good laugh: the kind that lets the other know you’re firmly in the driver’s seat. “Might as well take it, Patrick. You refuse the raise and you lose half your pieces. That’s four. So you can lose four right now or at the end of the hand if you lose. But at.