Except this guy was full of shit. “I can’t see any problems with that” I played along. I had spotted the lie almost as soon as they had started talking, neither one of these men had the first clue about poker and kept referring to the Royal flush I’d had in one of the previous games. A Royal flush is the best known and highest hand in the game, I had never been lucky enough to hold one… ever. What really made it obvious though is that Steven kept shifting his blowjob eyes, up and to the left – accessing the part of the brain responsible for creative thinking, also used for lying. If they were going up and to the right, - the part of the brain responsible for memory – I wouldn’t have thought anymore about it, but this guy was a truly awful liar. The next clue had come when they had mentioned hearing about the paper I had written in college. I had called it ‘the fallible art of lying, interrogation techniques for law enforcement.’ – a title they had quoted word-for-word - It had been picked up by the legal community very quickly and as such, ass it had been removed from the public domain, any search for it now would come back empty – unless you were in law enforcement. “So, what can you tell me about the way you seem to be able to read people” Steven asked, another clue… neither I, nor anybody else teen had ever said a word to anyone involved in the tournament about being able to read people. “I’m not sure really,” I lied, shifting in my seat to look more engaged with Hardcore the conversation than I actually was. “I guess I just have an eye for detail, I notice things that most people don’t normally see.” “And how does that translate into playing poker?” Steven asked, the stupidity of the question baffling me for a few seconds. “its like any card game…” I answered after a short pause, “If you can find their capacity to flux, and catch them on the fly, then you can net yourself the pot.” The answer was nonsense. It wouldn’t have made even a modicum of sense to anyone who knew even the first thing about poker… or the English language. “interesting…” Steven mused writing feverishly in a notebook, clearly not having the first clue what I had just said, “…very interesting.” Michael – the quite one – flashed a little smile, he was also writing in a notebook, although at a much calmer pace. “Is there anything else you can tell me about that, our readers sexy would be very eager to learn your methods.” Steven continued. “Not really, bit of a trade secret I’m afraid” Part of me was enjoying stringing this asshole along, but a bigger part was wondering who they were and what they wanted. “I suppose I could tell you a little bit more, but first…” I paused for a second, looking intently at both men, “…first, you can tell me who you really are.” Steven scoffed, stuttered a few syllables out before trying to recover. All those times my blowjob daughter flashed that smile at me and stared at me with this eager look I now knew it was her flirting with me. I was just too teen dense to realize my eighteen-year-old daughter had the hots for me. We’re checking on the first of the tree removal. Despite the awkward pose, I was in pussy, and that made it worth it. “Stop teasing me or you’ll regret it.” He whispered into my ear and then dunked me into the water. Zoe was about to protest again when Athena kissed her hard. He led her to ass the end of the pool table turned her back to it and leaned over and kissed her. She looked terrified of me, me in particular, even though we’d supposedly never met before.” “You have two horny women watching,” she smiles I strip down to a pair of briefs, the exhibitionist in me enjoying the moment. “I'm going to make Umeko eat every drop, right.” Hardcore Ponni looked at us with glazed eyes. It took her ages to come to her senses. My labor pains melting away as Rhy fucking my ass raw while I struggled to push you into this world! Her nipples hardened sexy and a flush darkened her cheeks.