Another twenty minutes went by and it was the girl and me once again fighting for the pot. It was her turn to make the fourth bet. Without hesitation ...she pushed in her twelve dollars and stared at me to see what I would do.I thought about it for a moment and then said to her, “I just have a lousy little pair of twos and I’m almost embarrassed to admit it. But you can’t have a great hand every single time, so I’m going to give you my twelve dollars as a gift; I call.” I threw in the twelve. She said, "Of course!" and told us that her favorite shot was a cinnamon shot (I think it was called Fireball). The shot tasted good and it made me feel warm instantly.We kept talking and I decided that I wanted to see Natalia give my girlfriend a lap dance as a birthday present to myself. I suggested it to both of them and asked if they were okay with it. I knew my girlfriend would be. Natalia was into it (she kept saying how pretty and sexy my girlfriend was) and was looking forward to. “You need to find a man who’ll take you to that heaven and back.” “Oh, yes,” she laughed. “And where does a 73 year old woman find a man to do that? Most of them are doddering old sods who’ve forgotten what a woman is.”“Then find a younger one.”“Not so easy for an old girl.”“You must be joking. You’ve got the looks and a bloody good figure. Pity I’m married to your grand-daughter. I’d give you one.”“Tony!”“Well I would. You are a very attractive lady. And don’t tell me you’re surprised. If I had known that sex waslike this and not the wicked, nasty event the adults portrayed it to be Iwould have started as soon as I could get a boner.Speaking of boners, I had a raging one and it was the only thing thathadn't been addressed tonight. I released it from its nylon prison celland starting rubbing and messaging it lightly trying not to disturb theafterglow we were bathed in.Her breathing had slowed to a nice tempo and I thought she was sleeping;she stirred a bit, reached out and.