The pot was between my husband and the friend of one of his co workers. I never had met him before, but he seemed very cocky from the few minutes I ha... seen of him.The pot was even bigger after the other guy decided to raise it by 300.00 dollars. My husband became very distraught as he didn’t have near enough cash to matched this guys bet. My husband knew he had a great hand and began to offer a few things he had in place of cash. This other guy had won several hands already that night by. ” And stared at the young man. At this moment, she could not have felt lower.I smiled. “very good Sarah, ver-rrrrr-ry good…” I purred. The front of the dress had a zipper, and I unzipped it. Tugging it just off her shoulders bore her breasts. The bra was too small (intentional) pushing them up, and her nipples were sticking out. “Nice” I said and began to suckle them. With my other hand I reached into my little bag I had brought and produced a pair of pink nipple suckers. She grunted as I. It took her a moment to adjust to the bright light in her face and then to see me. Finally Barbara whispered, “I’m sorry. It was just a joke. I’ll never do it again. I swear.”I asked, “So why did you shit on my porch?”Barbara answered, “It started out as a joke, honest. Betty dared me to do it, then Ronnie dared me to do it, and then Jill and tonight Stacey dared me. The girls are standing on the picnic table next door watching me over your fence right now.”I said, “Okay then you better go out. My grief threatened to overwhelm me and I began to wonder why I had such an irrational if not masochistic desire to return to the place of my tragic loss.Suddenly, though, I felt a strange change in the ether. The chatter and noise of the hundreds of people in the great room went still. The gardens were empty, vacant. I was disoriented; my head was reeling.Then, from the other side of the room, came the tapping sound of a single pair of shoes walking in my direction. I turned towards the sound..