.. ostensibly for my writing, but in truth so I could better enjoy the live video chatting I had begun partaking in. Quite frequently. (I'd even taken...to wearing a condom while chatting after ruining a keyboard with an errant blast of cum.)Yeah, it was about as pathetic as it sounds. Then, one day, my yearnings were answered by a knock on my door. Over the course of three months, knocks upon my door had become just knocks again, not reasons for my heart to start pumping like crazy in. I began forcefully pounding her pussy. Her moans getting louder and louder. I could feel her fingernails digging into my back. She clamped down on my neck with her mouth. Her legs wrapped tightly around my ass, beckoning me to go deeper in her pussy. I put her legs up on my shoulders. This position allowed me to drive deeper into her wanton pussy. The deeper I drove my big fat cock into her, the more she began to scream. I could've cared less if my wife would've walked in that very moment. I. " How many?" Tom asked."Twelve," she said, "counting us." Can you play poker with that many?" he asked, oblivious. He'd played a bit of draw and stud poker in college, but Texas Hold'em was Leena's area of expertise."Sure," she said confidently. "Tables are usually limited to ten, tops, so I set up two tables to start, then as people chicken out, we'll combine them into one ...tournament style." Are people going to chicken out do you think?"She chuckled, knowing -- and hoping -- that tonight. I grinned, and my hands closed around her upper arms. I've always been a big guy, and regular trips to a expensive uptown gym kept me in fighting trim. Catherine - tiny, delicate Catherine - was no match for me. I half-pushed, half-carried her through the door, into the cottage's gloomy interior, kicking the door closed behind me. The bags could wait on the porch until we were ready to leave, for all I cared - I had more important things to attend to. In the almost-total darkness, I pulled.