He seemed to like touching her. Each time, she experienced a sharp tingle that went from her hand to her… Even Deacon Jackson who thought he was cou...rting her could never touch her like that. Now that she considered it, Deacon Jackson was dried up old man twenty years her senior who though the sun didn’t shine unless he was outside. Everyone expected her to marry him and raise his four children from his first wife who left him for another man three years earlier. It would have been a life worse. "It was a gift from my late grandma," she said lookingmelancholy.Dan shifted uncomfortably. "Oh," he said, opening the trivia box andtaking out the board."Yea," Megan continued. "According to her diary it's magic as well, butI know you don't believe in that stuff."Dan just nodded, unsure of what to say. "Well to each their own,right?" he said, selecting his piece.Megan smiled. "True," she said, putting the crystal ball in the middleof the board. "So let's make a magical wager..."Dan tried his. ’it’s going to be a struggle’ the younger one said, but l’ll try. The other guy had an obvious erection already.’How dare a filthy slug pig like you give me a hard on’he said, opens his palm and slapped one of her floppy tits. It immediywent red and l seen her dark nipple rise instantly. He slapped the other one and it did the same,before doing each twice again.As the last slap happened,Suzi yelled and without hesitation, this mans cock filled her open mouth as deep as he could. He grabbed her. He didn't care what I am doing, what my plan is. He simply didn't care any of these details. He just wanted and he sure would get. Like I said, this time, was no different. The second I read the message, my pussy started to getting wet. It needed him. It needed his cock. I needed him. I needed his cock. And to satisfy my needs I would do whatever necessary.True to his word, after 15 minutes he was at my door. And I was greeting him in my most expensive and sexiest babydoll. I was dressed for.