I've got a free ride, and a rich Daddy." What are you going to do?" I'm going on the tour. Not the LPGA -- the Futures Tour." Wow. That's a hard road,...isn't it? I mean, I've heard the purses on the Futures Tour aren't much." You've heard right. Even if you win a tournament, it's like, $10 or $12 thousand. The purses -- for the entire tournaments -- only run between $70 and $100 thousand. Not exactly a get-rich-quick scheme." It sounds like it'll be tough, just breaking even." True enough. And. He paid her in Eurodollars since everyone seemed to want them even more than U.S. dollars these days.After he got Olga situated in the cozy little room, he knocked on the Manager's door and asked Bojana,"Can I see Oscar? How is he doing since the accident?"Bojana looked at him with a trace of disgust on her face."Accident? What accident? The old fool had a stroke. What could he expect? No exercise, no sensible diet. He was always looking for an excuse to booze it up. Just like you, Harry. You. She’d never let Brad cum in her mouth in their 12 years of marriage but she wanted to take Dixon’s load more than anything. The harder he fucked her mouth, the more she licked and sucked and swallowed every black inch. Lisa was up for the challenge and taking it all. Her pussy was throbbing and dripping and she was ready for the main course without much foreplay but Dixon had other plans. He tossed her on the bed and pushed her tits together. Her tits were a present from her husband for. "He got up and knew the drill, heading into the dressing room and puttingon his ski clothes. This time he saw hot pink Columbia stretch pants andthis time his top was lavender with matching hot pink sides. He slippedinto his furry boots, tucked his hair under his headband, slipping intothe winter white form fitting Spyder jacket. He zipped up and slid on hishot pink mittens as he wasted no time heading down to the slopes.He looked around, not seeing them and then went inside getting his gear.He.