Laura slowly began to lift her wedding dress, taking the flowy skirt in her fingers and raising it up her legs. She stopped when the hem was at her kn...es and gathered more of satin and lace gown in her fingers and raised it to the top of her thighs.Laura’s thighs were a little thick but proportional to her shapely legs, swaddled in the gossamer pantyhose. She kept her legs together and her thighs rubbed together except for the gap at the very top. Emilio stopped struggling and stared at his. Was she realizing that this time it was me and not a girl sucking his cock? I gave it back to her. Reluctantly? I won’t say. Then Rick and I were doing all we could to give Mary her orgasm, and it sounded like Jean was very aroused, and now I was again more aware of what Pat was doing, and also from the movements of her body that Trish was close to giving her hers. Rick and Mary came first – his balls all tight in my hand. The flood of her pussy juice put me over the edge, and Pat moaned in. “Get this.”“I have to put my mouth where my money should be.”“Very good, sweetie,” Sherri told her. She turned to her husband. “You should have seen her, Nick. It was priceless, really. She bet everything on these total shit hands, she telegraphed her bluffs; God, it was comical.”“How much did she lose?”“That's the thing. She ended up losing money she couldn't afford to lose! Bad enough, right? Like rent money.” She turned to the other girl. “But what else did you bet? Tell him,” she grinned.“I. I stayed back with Becky to talk with her for a minute."Becky, what else were you doing in there?" I asked. I knew Becky was as honest, ethical and moral as they come, but I was a little disturbed that she had done more than we agreed she would do. She looked at me nervously, maybe even a little guiltily."I'm sorry, Daddy, but I just couldn't leave her that way! I had to fix what I could!" Becky was close to tears, and I didn't think it was all because she was afraid I was mad at her."What did.