. But I won't. That is not what this story is about.This story is about how I left earth.It was Wendy who was the catalyst, breaking me out of my cycl... of depressive thoughts of the the past. She got me living in the moment, again, instead of the past.No, Wendy is not really her "proper" name but I could not pronounce her name in her Native American tongue and it translated, roughly, to Wind Chaser ... but her Arizona State Police ID listed her first name as "Wendy".There I was, minding my own. Both of us wanted it…. both of us were ready for it and both of us were going to love it. With some constant strokes I pushed my dick inside her tight pussy and she was breathing heavily. I increased my pace and she started moaning like…”aaa… aaa… aaa…. yesss… yesss…. oh fuckk…… aaaaah… aa…” But as soon as she was about to cum I slowed my pace and gave her a smile.Now it was my turn to tease her and Anita was loving every single moment of that teasing. Then suddenly I increased my pace and she. Karen and I fucked really hard before breakfast and our morning shower together. It was going to be a bit of a change for me in that I would not be alone in the apartment anymore. Shower and toilet time would now be split between us so I was going to have to do some additional planning. After breakfast we went and rented a little moving truck so we could haul her necessities to my place, and to move her furniture into storage. We were operating like a well-oiled machine as we moved her. Get out of here!’ Okay, that’s two possible answers but the question still remains. Except for the above, what would you do with that amount of money if you won the lottery? I am looking for novel ideas, inventive ways to spend millions of dollars. Hell, what a waste to have any of it left when I died, you know? My dream is to win it all today and spend it all tomorrow. Now, that’s living life large. Yeah, sure, I would take care of my children making sure that they had a better and brighter.