She is currently only wearing a cute pair of white panties. Her white summer dress, bra and shoes already lie in a little victory pile next to the eig...ty pounds Adam has also won this evening.She tosses her cards onto the table in disgust. Three fives. A good hand, Adam thinks. He can see why she staked her last remaining money and finally her panties on it, and why she'd seemed so nervously confident. She hadn't been bluffing - three fives would have won most rounds this evening.Most. Talking about Martin always did that to her.“It can’t be that hard said Lisa. “How does that old song go? ‘Hop on the bus, Gus, make a new plan, Stan, just drop off the key, Lee... ‘.”“It’s a lot more comp ... complicated,” said Tracy, “ ... than that. There’re ... things ... you don’t understand...”“Now, Aunt Tracy, I think we can fix both our problems! Your mind is slowing down now. In a minute, you won’t be able to think, and you’re going to get up and follow me.”“Got ... work ... must .... ”“And if you had been the father to April’s baby?” Tasha asked.“I would have done the honorable thing, but it would have been ugly because of church. I’d have offered to marry her, but insisted she convert.”“And if she had refused to convert, you would have married her anyway. I know you well enough, Mishka, to know you would do the right thing even if it wasn’t what you wanted.”“Because I’d feel trapped,” I sighed.“And so Sasha finds herself in a situation with very few options. I think this. .. To relieve the tension evident by the bulge in my pants, and quench this fire Wanting to insert myself inside a vaginal tunnel, fucking, for a time, long Feeding the pussy with each thrust as it sings a silent song Images of a fuck face accents the act, with each facial twitch Mutually masturbating each other, scratching that horny itch Throwing ourselves into a madness of pleasurable pain Fucking like wrestling lions on the African plain Moving in and out with ferocity, servicing a very hot.