”“What are their plans for coming back, did they say?” my dad asked Lynette before he cried out, “Ailly, what did you play that Ace for? I had...that trick.”Lynette was about to answer my dad’s question, when my mom, grinned and slammed out the Jack of Clubs, followed by the Jack of Spades, which were the two highest cards during that hand. “That is why I played the Ace,” my mom replied to my dad’s outburst. “I almost went alone on that hand, but I didn’t have good, off suit cards, and hoped you. The sound of your thick cock pumping in and out of my wet pussy causes that delicious squishing sound. Fucking fantastic! The sound of skin slapping against skin or even better, the sound of you ripping the top of my dress open so my perky tits tumble out.Oh, and don't forget the moans coming from both of us! I mean damn! It's a symphony of fuckery! But the feeling of your cock stretching my pussy is only rivaled by the hard yank on my hair, causing my back to are as my head tilts back. The. ‘Hey,’ he said before jumping out of the car ‘don’t go fainting on me again!’ He opened my door, bent down to put my shoes on my feet and then helped me out of the car. He made sure that the blanket was wrapped tightly around my body, perhaps to hide the state of my clothes, before he locked the car, took my arm and started guiding me towards those dreaded hospital doors. I felt darkness creeping in on me, and my field of vision got smaller and smaller until I saw only a tiny brightly lit. Charles looked. His eyes widened and then narrowed. Robert Warren, or Clark, was staring intently at Diana onstage singing. He watched her as he moved toward the bar. Charles followed him. He walked up next to the other man. ‘Hey, Ralph. Get me a whiskey, neat, please.’ Sure thing, Mr. Richards.’ The bartender smiled and poured him a drink. Then he looked at the other man and asked, ‘Can I get you a drink, sir?’ ‘Yeah… gin and tonic…thanks.’ ‘She’s a hot little thing, isn’t she?’ Charles said.