“Yes you will!” he said taking his dotted boxers off revealing an 8” cock. This thing was huge. He must have been a grower not a show-er, and he... sat his ass on the bed in the barn and pointed to it. I took off my briefs revealing my throbbing 7 inch cock. I wrapped my warm mouth around the tip, it tasted sort of salty, but as I massaged it more, Jack started to groan, it was so hot. I reached my hand around and started to play with his asshole. Jack nearly jumped off the bed, but he wiggled his. " It was risky. I might have scared him off with that prying question - looking like a would-be high-maintenance girlfriend - but he responded. She had wanted someone tougher. Now I was certain: I knew he would let me drill his ass. I was ready to test that. Tonight. I sank the eight ball, and another game was over. It was nice to go out on at least one win. "Well, I guess I should be going," I said facetiously."Umm, yeah." He looked at his watch. It wasn't really late. "Well, I might stay a. She got up and came over beside him looking at them as well and said those are just the ones I find every once in a while that we like to eat and boil in our brew when we can find them.That sent them both off with the mushrooms to the kitchen slicing them and adding them to their brew.Once done and going they went back out on the porch noting that it seemed the heavy fog the past days was letting up somewhat.Then they heard it!! In the far distance they heard it!! Carletta was coming to visit. Most weekends I would be seated at a table by seven am. At that time, I could find a ten, or fifteen-dollar table, and would be grandfathered in, at that price, when they started to raise the minimums later in the day.One particular Sunday, I arrived at my usual early time, and found an empty ten-dollar table, at the back of the room, with one of my favorite dealers. I sat down and gave the dealer my usual three hundred dollar buy in. He gave me an assortment of different denomination chips. I.