Fortunately, I had a pretty big cushion to fall back on if I ran into some bad luck, so I was not afraid of big pots.I ran an honest game, and the pla...yers appreciated that, though the bartender was a little pissed that I did not cheat so that I could rake in more money. My feeling was, if he wanted a cheating game, he should put in a faro table. Everybody knew that those were crooked.Anyway, I went for a week, making enough to get by, but steadily learning the trade. One rich rancher did drop. She sighed contentedly as she felt his arms wrap around her and she pushed her buttocks into him, sighing again at the stirring her movement illicited from his groin. He responded by pressing his hardening shaft against her smooth, firm cheeks, his hand sliding down to cup her large, firm breast, his fingers scissoring her nipple as it stiffened in arousal. She reached behind, wrapping her slender fingers around his hard penis. He groaned into her neck, his free hand slipping down to the thong. "LizYeah, there's no way in hell were running on Ira's injured leg since we could be causing it further damage. We all stop running, turn around and head back toward the cabin and I ask, "Ira you never did finish your story last night."I am amazed as she continues...Present – Jens and Byron– At the cabin - RunJensI sure as hell don't know how someone his age can run so damn fast, and the old fart is teasing the hell out of me! He slows up and yells, "What's wrong? Do you run like a girl?" Then. " Are you going to paint it?" No!" exclaimed Polly in horror. "You wouldn't be able to see the grain."Becca looked suitably chastened."Where do you get your wood from?" asked Steven."Mr Dowgill lets us have some of his offcuts."They managed to extract themselves eventually with a promise from Becca to come in on Boxing Day. Becca then had a busy evening cooking dinner and wrapping Christmas presents for the Damsels. Steven helped her with both which meant that Becca had to take frequent breaks.