“Yummm, Jacky boy. Fuck your girl. C’mon babe, fuck your pretty girl’s hot wet...”Charli must’ve gotten that just right. As sudden as surpri...e, Jack had her hips in both hands and was just fucking pounding her! She squelched a surprised yelp and began giving as good as she got. Charli thrashed and squealed as her husband screwed the living hell out of her! “Jesus, JACK!!! Omigod, fuck me! Ohhhhh Jack. Oh baby, yes yes yes yes YES!!” His steamy jizz shot into Charli’s thirsty puss with throbbing. I pick up my pen to write about how my nipple is slowly beginning to harden as my fingers rub across it. My pussy clenches again, as a soft moan escapes my throat. I continue to pump my hips into the bed and play with my nipple. I can feel the bumps and ridges that are rising up as I tease and pull at the hardened bud. I find it somewhat harder to write now, as I begin to move my hips in a circular motion, still lifting and pumping. My pussy lips are so wet I can feel the juice wanting to slide. She relaxed somewhat and reverted to her usual moans and hip thrusts. This mystified me a little, but I carried on and added to the action, some kissing around her neck and shoulders, this usually had a direct result too.Again, she arched her back and bit her hand, trying not to make too much noise. I was thrilled at the response she was showing and continued to apply fingers and teeth. She became more and more excited, it was then that I noticed the dog. Chester, our Collie, had decided to. Dillon had learned to play poker while at VMI and he'd become very good at it. He'd honed his skills while working for Creed Taylor and later in Wichita Falls. Several times on his nights off, at least before Emma came into his life, you could find him at a poker table in one of the saloons. He developed a system in Wichita Falls that kept him from losing his shirt during a bad run of cards.On payday Dillon would take $10 from his wages as a poker stake for the month. At the end of the month.