Harriet was hoping for a successful outcome. Those letters gave Tony reassurance that his family and those dependent on him were indeed faring well.Su...prisingly, his own reports had also found their way into the London Gazette. Harriet had sent the clippings along with her letters. According to Harriet’s sources, the current draught in successful naval engagements and the stalemate in the Peninsular War had prompted the Admiralty to change their course, toting the captures made by Tony’s small. No such luck. But at least Tom's wasn't the best. Actually, Stan won the pot with a great bluff, but the high hand, and therefore the temporary owner of my panties, was Bob.I sighed and stood up, reluctantly ready for the show to begin. As Bob walked around the table, I noticed not only did he have a major league hardon poking through his fly, but his penis was actually pulsing as he walked. For a moment, I thought he might shoot his wad on his way around the table.I figured I might as well. 5 min after, I had dozens of beautiful shots of the cute girl and I was just going through those when I heard a voice of a lady. “What are you doing”?I turned to see an average looking lady with heavy boobs standing at my back. She was not very beautiful but was hot by her figure. Approx. 36-30-36, not fair but not dark either, tight dress showing the curves, one that makes u look at her at least twice.I replied:I: Sorry, the girl is so cute and she was smiling so could resist clicking her. I've been trying to figure out just how we'd do that, without giving things away. And now I think I've got it. I want to add one more little twist to things, and tip the scales in our favor even more." "Don't you just love it when she gets so sneaky like this?" giggled Clyda. "What sort of deviltry have you got in mind?" "From here on out, it's no more 'Mrs. Nice Amazon'," retorted Tiffany. "It's common knowledge that Barocca, Clyda and myself all measure out at just about the same.