“Okay, we really do need to get up and gather our things” she quickly said as she looked at the clock again.“Okay precious, but I need you to si... up before I can move” he replied gently.“Oh ... sorry” she replied nervously, quickly sitting up and looking over at him. She noticed the smile on his face as he sat up, and breathed a sigh of relief.“I don’t offend easily precious. You don’t need to worry so much” he said, as he stared deeply into her eyes.“Okay” she replied, still feeling a little. ....it turned out she was an artist like myself but a painter and that she was well connected to some of the elite people of this country,all her life she had lived like i said in the country side but her family had also always had an estate in spain where they where during the winter,beside that she had travelled all over the world i found out!Wow what a life story she had...and she is atleast 60 !She still look good though no doubt,she never worked she told me and she is taking care of her. My friends cheered, but I refused to let it bother me. I paused before showing my hand. When I finally did, all of my friends gasped. In my hand stood four twos. It was the best hand of the night and blew my rivals accomplishment out of the water. I had won. I watched in anticipation as Candy stood up and removed her dress. My arousal level started to rise as more and more of her flawless body was revealed. By the time the garment had left her body entirely, I couldnt resist the fantasy growing. When I went inside, I was still so horny so I drew a bath with baby oil and got in. I started thinking about my evening and Scott but I found that I was getting more excited from the old man. Just thinking about him was getting me hard. I started stroking myself with my eyes shut then started fingering my asshole. I was pretending it was him inside me and I started to stroke faster and faster. I blew my load within minutes then just continued to lay there and soak. All I could think about was.