Up ahead was a little convenience store, and I slowed down to pull in to the parking lot. ‘I’m thirsty. Do you want a coke?’ I asked her. ‘No,... I don’t. Don’t pull in here! I’m naked!’ she responded with a little fear in her voice. I ignored her and pulled in, parking on the side of the little store. ‘Just sit there and act cool,’ I told her, ‘there’s no one here but us. I’ll be right back.’ I put the truck in park and turned it off, taking the keys with me just in case she got the idea to. The poker games were held in a barn on a horse farm just outside Powell. The host, a distant-kin of Adele, did not play in the games, but took a little out of each pot to compensate him for hosting the games. The players consisted of local businessmen, ranchers, and farmers. Adele vouched for me and I was in. Over the next several weeks I had managed to run our bankroll up to close to five thousand dollars. The local gamblers were mostly rubes and were easily taken advantage of, which I did to. "Listen, Mark is a whole 'nother experience. He's discreet, too." Betsy, you're so bad." Sandra smiled patiently and turned back to the financial reports. They were casual friends; she had lunch with Betsy but they didn't do things away from work. Betsy was younger; in her twenties; Sandra knew the cute brunette was randy. But she wasn't going to let Betsy set her up with some guy.It had been over a year since Charlie died. She really did need to get out and meet guys. And a big cock- Betsy. Less than a minute later, i returned to find her snuggled beneath the covers and her clothes piled on the floor. It didn’t escape my attention that her bra and panties were on top of the pile.“i guess you couldn’t wait eh?” i said and put her bag in the closet.She laughed and told me that she was just enjoying her freedom. As i bent down to kiss her goodnight, she took my hand and leaned her head into a kiss on the lips. I pressed my lips to hers a little too long for a brotherly kiss and when.