Buffat ... I have a million dollars I'd like to invest in you." David Austin, sir." I'm 14." Kentucky Derby, sir." Last year ... Superfecta ... with t...e time." No sir ... my grandmother placed the bet for me." My life's savings. One hundred dollars." I split 31 million with my grandmother."I started laughing ... when I quit I told him I'd rather bet on him than something as chancy as a horse race. He said he appreciated that ... and did I know who was going to win the Series. I confessed that. The latter of course purely in the terms of a woman who enjoyed frequent sexual intercourse with a number of different male partners, which, she supposed, made herself and all of the women and teenage girls amongst their immediate family and friends sluts by such an interpretation.She turned to Roger and was about to say something towards the relaxing of their house rules but didn't have to. Her husband was nodding his head and grinning broadly."You're quite right Doris my love," he said. Been jerking it while I ate your pussy.”“So it’s super hard? Mmm. I wanna see.”“What are the magic words?”“My pussy is wet just thinking about it...” I joke as my fingers trail up and down my puffy lips.“Close enough.” He jokes as he watches me touch myself.He stands up and I look down. My eyes get big and my pussy starts to throb again. It’s a greed bitch. His cock was pointing straight out at me. And I could see it was probably about 9 inches long. About how big Mr. Jacobsen’s was. But. The juxtaposition between the look and demeanour of this guy and his home had me totally perplexed. Not long afterward, however, we were seated at the dining table and eating our food.“How long has this been going on?” he asked, as we consumed our meal. I then began my litany about my dad’s death and my mom’s drinking and finally, her job loss, and etcetera.After I had concluded my story he quietly observed me before asking, “Do you have family nearby?”“No, they all live a million miles away,”.