My former mother-in-law would have called it "nothing with nothing." Before the draw, nobody bet much, so it didn't cost too much to stay in. I discar...ed the entire hand. I got back five useless cards, with a jack high. My only hope was that a woman would have the best hand. No such luck. But at least Tom's wasn't the best. Actually, Stan won the pot with a great bluff, but the high hand, and therefore the temporary owner of my panties, was Bob.I sighed and stood up, reluctantly ready for the. "difficult". Roger is just perfect.We had the perfect night. Foreplay was extended, then he went down on me. Once we went into 69 position with me on top he was pulling my pussy down on him hard. I took it as a green light to grind with abandon. Then with two hands on his shaft I was successful in deep throating him. The curve of his cock matched my throat perfectly. Getting into my throat proved a bit tough, I really had to push down hard and immediately afterwards I was a bit tender. . He started, "Melody and Peter. Do you agree to live as a married couple, to love one another, give to one another, share one another with those in this room and with others you may choose later?"Melody and I looked at each other after the almost odd re-marriage vow. It was only almost odd because of all that had happened since the break-up. I took Melody's hands in mine as we faced each other. I repeated the vows Eddie had said, though from my point of view. Melody was crying when she did. So, the motorcycle helmet went up the fucking screaming cunt, you’ll be pleased to hear, men. Pelvis broken, legs left dangling. The hot, sixteen year old, muscular jock whore-boy suggested they leave it jammed up there as it looked so cool. His words not mine.?So fucking cool, boys!? It was him who broke the fucking cunt’s legs.?Well, they were just hanging there.? The other whore-boys, who laughed at this, had their cocks up their own revolting young whores, and were, with their.