The morning after all Miranda could do was compliment me for my passion the night before I was a mess with a bundle of nerves, I couldn't understand a...ything and I am a doctor I'm supposed to know everything it is the first time since I was a teenager that I seemed to have the answer for nothing. Miranda and I had a one way conversation up until I decided to head to the home just to clear my mind in my personal office I made an excuse up for Miranda that she no doubt bought because I gave her. ’ Sandra hurried away from the table as fast as she could carry herself on her crutches. Brad heard her squeal behind him a few seconds later. Then she returned to the table with a very handsome young man. He helped her back to the table and showed himself to be a gentleman when he pulled a chair out for her to sit in. When he took his own seat, Brad recognized who it was. ‘Hey. You’re Marc Cornish,’ he said. Marc had a broad, toothy grin on his face. ‘Yes sir, that’s me!’ He extended his hand,. He added another five hundred to the bet and took the rest of the winnings off the table. He was now betting twenty-five hundred.The next hand was a pair of tens which beat the dealers seventeen. The crowd had grown in size although Dexter was barely aware of it by now. He was focused on the cards in front of him.Dexter took five hundred of those winnings and added it to the stack. He was now betting three thousand dollars. His heart nearly stopped when he hit a blackjack. The crowd cheered. He. . back to her face. Then he paused the fixed camera and stood in front of his mother recognizing the signs of an upcoming orgasm. "Don't stop, mom, but I want you to get up and sit on the edge of your bed." Almost like a real pornstar, his mother sat up, propping herself up on one hand, her knees and legs still spread, still rubbing her wet pussy while giving the camera the sexiest look she could make. Gwen reached out with her free hand to grab a hold of the waistband of her son's pants, using.