Mabel immediately got busy making some more gravy, so I took that as my cue to depart. I stopped at the swinging door and turned to look at her. Mabel...saw me looking and said, "She really is a smart one, and you's really couldn't do much better than her."I shouldn't have scanned her. I shouldn't have gotten involved. But I did. Serves me right.Mabel's only daughter, Shelly, was nineteen and had graduated high school last year, but had been unable to get a scholarship to college. She would love. At that point I was screaming at the top of my lungs, muffled slightly, but certainly not entirely, by my panties. Kyle was mostly silent, only breathing heavily and grunting softly on occasion. He picked up speed, reaching down to give one of my tits a squeeze, then pinching my swollen nipple. I was being stimulated on pretty much every one of my biggest hotspots. I looked up to watch Kyle sucking on my toes and as I thought about what that tongue, which was swirling energetically around each. We had never hurt for money. Even as a girl we had a big weekend house in Connecticut where I had my pony but soon money became his only measurement for success and he constantly sought even richer and fatter deals. Money is a decent way of keeping score but it's not very warm to snuggle up to on a cold night and all the money in the world won't replace your cancerous lung or restore your health after three heart attacks and a massive major stroke.The first two heart attacks didn't even slow. During our discussion, you could have heard a pin drop it was so quiet, even Patti's office was deathly quiet. We had ridden together this morning and talked about a lot of things, but not talked about this topic."Just for conversation, what options are out there?" Bob asked."I could resign and you would have a position to fill. You could contract JBG to handle security, the same as the other 10 colleges we have. Or I could work a three day schedule meets the requirements," I replied.After a.