Diana Hunter, named appropriately for the Greek Goddess of the Hunt, didn't require a second invitation, and she started to utilize St. Moses Browning...s greatest invention for its proper purpose ... turn low life shit into fish chum. With one sweep of the barrel she accurately nailed all six of the thugs with a single pass, with hardly a single errant shot. A feat that I never could have managed, even with hundreds of hours of range practice."Ah, you have done this before!" I chirped, and I. With James’ background in probability and working with numbers he was practically a master at the game. Helen’s advantage was ignorance about probabilities. She took risks when the odds favored holding onto different cards when the crib was made. James was probably a little ahead in their win loss history but their games were generally close and the winner wasn’t known until the last hand. Sometimes they didn’t even get to the count on the last deal and someone went out during the play.But. “Well, her boobs are great. Even at her age, she has a firmness to them that not many others have. And I have to tell you, she has a great ass. I’m easily distracted by it. I’m sure you’ve noticed it, too.”“I have and I like it all. I think I’m becoming attracted to her. And I’d bet that you are, too.” There was no accusation in her voice. We’ve had an open relationship from the beginning so this wasn’t a shocking conversation. We were never drawn to have a lot of sex with others just. We made our way to turn out the room lights leaving the sheer curtain open as we got into the bed in the dark. Instead of falling off to sleep quickly, I was still stroking myself and could now see Jason playing with himself. The neon and street lights from the window made the room brightly illuminated. In one sense, it was awkward laying a foot away from another man clad only in my boxers as we both played with ourselves. But, on the other hand, we had seen each other naked and touched each.