As she and my Dad stood there talking to each other, I looked her over. She was dressed as though she was going to ride a horse or rope a cow. She had...on very tight blue jeans and a flannel shirt, which she had to be very hot in them. Her armpits were wet so I knew she was hot and sweaty. Speaking of wet, so was my pussy.I started to daydream that she took off her shirt and told me to lick her armpits and I did as my parents watched.“Brittany,” mom woke me from my dream. “It’s not nice to. He flicked the stub away and watched her eyes follow the arc as it somehow landed perfectly in the overflowing ashtray next to the bed, “There’s more where that came from babygirl.” Ed grinned and held up the pack of cigarettes from which she drew that stick, “Now I’m gonna give you the other stick you’ve been craving.” He leaned down and sucked on her belly and felt her body respond. Her belly fluttered as he tugged on the sides of her panties and slowly dragged them down her body. Exposing. The story is dated towards the second year of my college. It was a Saturday evening and as usual, all of my friends were drunk as fuck and I was there, to help them get to the washroom so that they do not topple and fall down and puke all over my place.Being the only sober member of a friend circle, it becomes my responsibility to answer everyone’s phone so that their parents can rest assured that their son isn’t dead and that’s how I got to talk to “Aunty”.My friend was lying wasted on the. “Well, it’s your money. Do what you want. Just remember your twin when you are stinking rich.”As soon as he said, “I’ll think about it,” she slugged him.James knew that it was time for Plan B, using his pre-knowledge. While he wasn’t a stock picker like Warren Buffett, he did have one advantage: his memory place had all of the information on the historical performance of stocks, bonds, commodities and options. He could pick the best performing ones for a specific period and quickly rake in the.