‘Just keep walking!’‘What’s wrong?’ Beth wanted to know.‘He wants to fuck us!’ Béla told her. ‘He thinks we’re whores.’ It was a ...ogical mistake, after all. Two hot, young brunettes dressed in colorful, very short dresses walking the streets at three in the morning equals ‘two hot little hookers looking for a party’.‘I like parties,’ Beth replied to Béla’s thoughts, ‘and you look really hot! What’s a hooker?’‘A girl who fucks for money,’ Béla explained. Beth turned bright red. Béla didn’t. Ashley ran to Mel and climbed on her lap as Mel sat down and gently rocked my youngest daughter. Andrea sat next to her mother."How did you know?" I asked Mel.Jen spoke up, "I called her after you called me. I hope you don't mind." Of course not. I was just surprised."After the kids calmed down some, Andrea offered to take them to their rooms and play games with them. It was a God send, because the phone started ringing shortly after they went to their room. It was news people and reporters.. "That is good" he says, "now suck my cock again and make it hard". I get off the couch and kneel before him and he looks at me carefully knowing that I am about to please him. I lean forward and bury my nose in his black pubic hair and it smells good - clean shampoo smell. I lift his balls up and start licking in the space between his balls and his arsehole working my way slowly up to his balls and giving each one loving kisses and sucking them gently. Again, as before, I take each ball into my. It wasn't an old and forgotten story. It was still going on, every time it was my turn to host our weekly poker game. Maybe we could use Helen as the arbiter and let her decide who was right and who was behaving unreasonably. I was sure I knew in whose favor she would decide.I don't know exactly when it started, but for as long as I can remember I have been getting together once a week with a few friends to play poker. I'm not an obsessive gambler; the stakes we play for are so low, they don't.