I’m not a big drinker and I get tipsy real easy. I try to play some but my skirt barely covers my thong and I keep pulling my skirt to get it lower.... So I’m doing really bad at poker and this really big black man sits next to me and strikes up a conversation. We get to laughing about how bad I am at poker He says him and his friends come over once a month from mobile and stay the weekend and they could teach me to how to play poker better if I wanted. He excused himself and walked off a little. My gaze fell on her suit and the thing I had remembered most about it. It wasn't a badge. It was a patch of some sort. It showed what looked like a fat torpedo with fins on each side and an engine of some sort along the top and rear with an oval-shaped cockpit at the front. Underneath the machine were what looked like letters and numbers. But nothing like I had ever seen before.It felt like I had suddenly gone back in time and was twelve again.*Everything had gone from dead stop to a hundred. Let me in.” I froze. I had decided no more fucking around but I couldn’t exactly explain that to nick over the intercom! I let him in and grabbed a towel to wrap around my waist.I opened the door and Nick stepped in.“Er.. listen Nick I can’t really do anything I’m afraid. Sorry about that!” I tried.“You been wanking?” He guessed. “What are you on about? Someone here already?”“No, no ones here but I can’t just, you know… do that at the moment ok?”“Why not?” He asked bemused. “Looks like you need. ” Bitch, your cunt is still very tight why that mother fucker dose not screw you every night or he just shaves it. Your pussy is still not so wet. You are a hardened whore. “Growled Billo still fingering her. My wife took Seth’s cock out from her mouth and said “Darling, come I will sit on your face lick my pussy and make it as wet as you want”. Billo seemed to like the idea. Billo climbed the bed and lied. My wife got up and set on his face rubbing her pussy on Billo’s face. I could see.