"Oh Amanda, Look at how disfigured I am. My face looks like a broken Halloween mask. All my life my father has told me how fine I look and Mother kept...saying that if I lost my looks I'd never get a decent wife and..." He hiccuped and continued to stare at the floor."Why believe crap like that? Ugly men get married all the time." Her attempt to reassure him failed miserably. Damn, Amanda thought to herself, I'll never be a diplomat. Why do people have to have feelings?"You admit I'm ugly." He. "You first," she insisted to her husband.Ward shrugged. He seemed tense as he flipped over a card. It was a six, and Myra became aware of beads of perspiration that glistened on his forehead.Ward looked steadily at Bonnie. "All yours, baby."As if she were in a trance, Bonnie extended her hand. She kept the face of her card concealed, shielding it with both hands while she peaked. Then she glanced at Myra."You ... we ..." Bonnie gulped. Everybody else's cards are out," she whispered. "What's. It was pushing itself against my camel toe. As it grew and hardened it pressed itself harder and harder against my pussy and my clit specifically. There was a lot of shuffling and grunting and wrestling around by everyone. The pressure grew against my clit and I could feel my twat getting wetter and wetter. I could feel a wet spot forming on my shorts and my pussy was leaking so much I could feel it beginning to run down my legI heard Xavier groan and beginning to pant. The pressure against my. I knew I had to act, but I feared embarrassment if regret really was the feeling on her mind. Fortunately, when it comes to sex, it doesn’t exactly take much stimulation to place a guy back into the mindset of thinking with his other head. A slow morning at work and a quick digital trip back to the toy store was all I needed. As I stared at the selections, my mind raced. I made my picks, placed the order, and felt a wave of ecstasy rush over my body when I realized what was on its way. I only.