There was no incest. There was a lot of drunken, naked cuddling, snuggling, and feeling each other up, though. Not to mention the kissing. Damn, it wa... terrific! Like it or not, we’ve crossed some ... thresholds and do we really want to turn back now? You kissed your sister, papi. Right smack on the mouth. I kissed her boyfriend. It was pretty damn nice, if you ask me. We agreed to live together and we agreed to keep getting frisky with each other. You’re not gonna welsh, are you?” Bianca. They seemed ready to greet a fifth player, with the exception of the sheriff, who was unable to meet my eye, after his shoddy treatment of Kate, when he had her under his control in the small jail.They were playing stud poker.That was my favorite game with four or five players. It meant that all you had to do was size up the “bluffers” and keep a sharp eye out for the cheats with an ace up their sleeve for emergency reasons. I had done my fair share of cheating, but only in those situations. “What calibre were you thinking of Mr. Ramage?” he asked. David took a chance and explained exactly what the rifles were to be used for.Henry listened as he sat back in his chair. When David finished he smiled, “What you propose is not new ... most of the foreign powers in Europe and America are thinking along similar lines. Unfortunately most of the military are loath to give up black powder and large calibre bullets.”He sat twiddling a pencil thinking for a moment, “I would suggest the .303. She had just turned 38. A certified MILF. Need I say more?"Damn." I mumbled. My eyes were fixed on Mrs. Roberts body as she pushed the door open and disappeared out into the hallway. "I know right? She's a bitch." Mark said. "No. I'm talking about her ass." I said plainly. "Dude, She could have the most juiciest, fattest, roundest ass in the world but even that couldn't take the attention off of her foul ass personality." Mark said, scanning the paper Mrs. Roberts had handed to him. "Well I'm.