He glanced around the table and when the bet came to him, he folded. Tom won more than he lost.About an hour later Bert Haskins lost a big hand and th...ew his cards down in disgust, and said that he had had enough. Tom watched as he moved away from the table. He knew that he would be intercepted so he didn't watch. A half hour later Tom watched as Henry Beaumont bet big on a King high flush and lost to Ed Stark with a full house. Henry signed a marker and called it a night.Tom had been nursing. It is definitely the man from the train but something was different. His eyes were glowing slightly, barely noticeable. He grins at her slowly and casually slips his black shirt off, revealing a smooth, tattooed, muscled chest and abs. She let's out a soft moan of appreciation involuntarily, her hands clenching at her sides, black nails digging into her palms. Her pussy starts to throb hotly, her juices flowing freely. He raises his nose into the air and takes a deep breath, a loud growl. "You will like it. Trust me, I know her and it's wonderful." I nod and am led to a mat, by the way also number 2. Here I should lie down on my stomach and finally relax. I turn my head in the direction of number 2 and she smiles at me."Lord, I will now apply the Nuru gel and begin the massage." I hear behind me. But I don't immediately get the gel on my skin, she uses her long hair and strokes my body with it. Now, without interrupting the contact between body and hair, she sits on my thighs. I was raised in town, and I heard talk, and I watched TV and movies and such, but it wasn’t until I married Jay that I actually got to handle a gun. (No, not THAT gun!) He showed me how to handle them, how to shoot. We had a lot of fun with it. He bought me a particularly evil-looking carbine. Looks like the military’s M-4, short, handy, and I can tear up a target at two hundred yards. I also learned to shoot a pistol and a shotgun.All that goes with being a country girl, I suppose, although.