Considering you have lost everything. How about if you lose you have to be my slave until tomorrow. If I say jump you say how high.” “You got it ...ig mouth.” “I am serious if I win you gotta do whatever I say.” Okay…okay I promise. Besides I have nothing to worry about there is no way you are going to beat my hand.” “So do we have a deal?” “Yeah…. Yeah… Show me your hand.” I flipped over and showed him my four kings. His jaw dropped. “Son of a bitch…” “Okay Tom you lose the underwear.” . Our talks was about our eng early> then i said that i like the dressings of the eng girls most. Then swetha asked me did i like her dress> i told her i liked the dressings of both of them.both of them looked each other and smiled. Swetha was wearig a white t shirt ind her black bra was almost visible through it.As sge was a distant relative of mine there sas not much relations btwn us except the occational family visits.sofia wa in a red tshirt. Both of them were having not huge boobs but were. "Yes, Stanley has papers."And so it came to pass that Stanley and Victoria fucked like dogs while Stanley and Paula watched. And Paula sighed and Stanley made her blush and Paula made Stanley coffee while their dogs sniffed and licked and fucked some more.She made good coffee. As we sipped, we talked with our mouths and, happily in my case as well, we spoke with our eyes. I thought it might be time.We each own the Monarch model of home, so I knew the layout. I knew that to go take a leak, I'd. My fingers strummed across the strings, chords of low, throbbing notes pulsed through the air. The couatl, crushing Faoril's body and bringing strangled screams from her mouth, paused. It lifted its head and looked at me. A pink tongue flicked out. Another hissed. The one coiling about Angela's unconscious body bobbed its head, its crimson feathers undulating.The couatl wrapped about Faoril's body pulsed color down its scales, a rippling mottle of violets and blues. Its body flexed, coiled.