"Well, I blame the three of you for my assets being in the state that they are now..."<br/><br/>His eyes darted over to Vicki and he shared a wink with her before giving Beth his full attention.  She was, after all, all but demanding it as she started to relieve him of his pants.<br/><br/>Beth possessed a type of youthful energy that Fred felt he had lost a long time ago.  She was still in her twenties, old enough to know how to properly tease yet young enough to still give off that hint of playful immaturity that could be quite alluring.  Her eyes flashed with a heated lust that was mirrored in his own gaze, her fingers working the zipper of his pants down slowly.  Beth was doing her best to make him squirm under her touch, working his pants down one leg at a time and leaving a trail of kisses down her thighs as she worked.  She knew her craft well.<br/><br/>"Yes... touch me like that.  Put your lips..."<br/><br/>Frederick groaned low as his words were whispered out hoarsely, the tension building up inside him like a coiled spring.  As her hot breath washed over his rigid cock, he felt as though he would release right there.  This was all too much.  Between Beth's deft teasing and his brush of intimacy with Vicki at George's urgency, Frederick had to use all of his willpower to stop himself before he went over the edge.<br/><br/>The temptress at his feet gave him reprieve as she stood, her pale cheeks burning as brightly red as his own.  He smiled faintly at her as he fell back into his seat, his shoes and pants forgotten and his hardened cock, a rather large specimen by the look of it, plainly in sight.<br/><br/>"So, uh, next hand?"