Now, I’m no dummy. But I sure as fuck can play one when it comes in handy. I’ve found that a lot of guys are most relaxed around me if they thin... I’m a bimbo. So that night at the card table, I put on my best bimbo act. Growing up in Long Island, I knew how to play poker. I even knew how to play well enough to pretend that I couldn’t play. By the time I lost the twenty bucks I’d come in with, the guys had enough of a beer buzz to agree to a game of strip poker. My plan was to lose every. They were surprised both of them shouting what is going on. There was complete silence and we had a small quarrel and sat at different corners.After a while my wife and the guy walks out and again leave us to my utter surprise this girl again comes back to my lap and we have a great time. I was feeling like a price and my man force was at its best thumping the hell out that lady she moaning like a wild cat and I grunting like a wild bull, I kept hammering the hell out of her and she told me. Shielding his eyes from the sudden stab of bright midday sun, he stepped out into the water park.For a moment, Hal regretted leaving his glasses in his locker. While he wasn't 'blind as a bat', so to speak, the glasses did help with his mild nearsightedness. And now, as he adjusted his eyes to the sunlight, he realized he was going to need them to navigate through the park.Surprisingly, everything seemed sharp and focused. Hal shook his head again, as if to clear the cobwebs, and this time,. "John let's just go home," she said to me. She offered no resistance as I slid her panties down her legs. I moved my face in close and gave her pussy lips on long lick all the way up. She tasted perfect, and continued to watch me as I moved my head level with hers. I began to kiss her and she kissed me back. Hard. Harder and more passionately than I've been kissed in my short life. I had done something to get here, and I had an idea of what it was. I broke the kiss and wrapped my hand around.