The game started off how every other game of poker starts off with my wife which is me winning most hands. So I decided In the back of my mind that I ...as gonna make my hairy slut of a wife pay for being such a bitch earlier that morning. So as I continued to top both our drinks up so we were both letting our inhibitions flow, I let her win a few hands and build her confidence up so before you knew it she had most of the money. My wife then decided that we should make this more interesting if. Oh yes baby! Thats good baby! She was back to doing long slow strokes pressed up against me, her hot breath in my ear, edging me on, her perfect breasts digging into me and sending me higher. I grunted loudly, my body seized and my hips bucked sending another torrent of my sperm into her waiting womb. Gooooood. Goooooood baby. Goood. She moaned softly to my ear, moving very slowly up and down my shaft. MMmmffff! NNnnnnaaangieeeeee. Unnnfff! Shhhh. Shhhhhhhhhh. She purred to me as the bolts. ”“Isn’t Google awesome?” asked Sam.“Actually, in this case, hopefully all I need is MySpace.”A little while later, I heard the phone ring in the kitchen. Before I could move, Tara yelled out “I’ll get it!” and I heard her thudding her way to the kitchen with Angie in hot pursuit. The ringing of the phone cut off, and a moment later I heard them both come thudding down the hallway.Tara and Angie appeared in the doorway of my bedroom. Sam and I were sitting in front of the computer – pressed. The spell was clearly working as intended, but I found eight of my ten other given silver dollars first. The tricky part was once Bel was sure that we were near our real quarry, the location of the coin seemed to be somewhere underground. Miranda didn't know this part of town, as it was well within the self-proclaimed boundaries of the Clinton Street Gang, in fact we seemed to see one of their yellow jacketed youths on nearly every street corner. In fact, it was quite a wonder, as suspiciously.