"The Forbes 400 is a list of the 400 richest Americans and you are richer than almost three hundred of them." How does this work then?" I asked throug... my slowly weeping eyes. I was crying tears, not of joy, not of pain or anger, but tears of uncertainty. I had no idea how to be a billionaire. "Do I just ask for more money if I want it, or what?" The figure your lawyer showed you was fifty million dollars, correct?" Yes, and I thought I was rich when he told me." The fifty million figure. "That feels incredible!" She moans out.I pull her teddy down a little further, and, start kissing my way down her body, stopping at her belly button, licking circles around her belly button."That tickles!" She giggles out.I look down, and, notice the crotch of her black sating thong is very wet.I drop to my knees, and, begin kissing her on the crotch of her thong, tracing the outline of her pussy lips through the black satin material, and, she smells, and, tastes so sweet."That really feels. And better perhaps than if Maggie saw the wallpaper on his screen."Here you are, dear!" he called as he came back, watching his wife who was now sitting on his swivel-chair and reading his prose, the cigarette lit and held in her right hand, occasionally flicking ash into his ashtray."Award-winning stuff this, Tone!" Margaret said with a sneer. "Listen to this. 'When Joe reached the bottom of the ladder and his feet trod on the orange Venusian sand, thirty-three luscious babes emerged from. Years of experience with one another made it easy to film. I was afraid she would be embarrassed, or nervous. I found out later that they used to make out in public places when they were younger. She slowly worked his dick up and down with her hands and mouth, coaxing it to full mast. He was a large man all around and she had to use both hands to stroke his cock properly once it swelled to full strength.Rick sat up while Mary moved to the head of the bed. He began to kiss her tits as he.