Just before he sat down he looked at me and said, "My wife Sheila asked if you would do a favor for us, Paul. For posterity we need your signature on ...his picture."It was a blown-up picture of Darla and me with my arms pushing against her breasts as she stared into my eyes. The caption in the morning paper read "Poker Professional Branches Out." My face went red. The tourists were confused and the locals at the table were openly laughing. Darla said, "What a great picture. Do I get to sign it,. " Rachel tellsme as she inspects my pussy. "Use cream or wax I don't want any stubble. I want it tolook like it never had hair." She says grinning at me. I shockingly nod. "Now pull up your panties. Cover that sick hole of yours." Racheltells me. I pull up my panties. They feel cold and wet against my skin. AsRachel pulls her pants up, she tells me to get dressed. While she is collectingher things, I start cleaning my chair. "No, leave all that sweet girlie cum on your chair. I wantyou to smell. Have you ever rigged a buckboard? Or a surrey? You might want to learn. Sometimes young women can get downright giddy about a midnight surrey ride. Or a horse-drawn picnic down by the swimming hole. Not to mention a buckboard hayride some autumn evening.”Stepping back over to the quads, I asked, “What about these things? Do they have any use other than running around, having a blast?”“We have 3 of those, but Donny wrecked one of them. He was going too fast when he tried to turn. Fortunately, he. At first, she just plays with my dick like she always has, then after I?m so hard it hurts, she slides one hand beneath it and cups my pussy with it. Squeezing me there, she slips one finger between my lips where she teases me with it by slowly drawing it from the back toward the front. Oh my gawd, it feels so good, too. ?You like?? she asks, whispering into my ear. ?Oh yeah, I like all right.? I answer. ?Want me to stop?? she teases. ?You know I don?t, damnit.? ?So you want.