I spotted the building before the announcer told us what we were seeing. Omaha, he said, was hit hard, and indeed, I could tell that the second floor ...indows were under water. I called Neill Fenton. Cassie answered the phone. Yes, her dad was there, and yes, he was watching the news."Is that the building?" I asked, wanting him to verify what I already knew."Sammy, I don't know how you had it pegged that disaster would strike that building, but I'm glad your dad listened to you."I recalled that. I had my fun for a year or so, doing what I wanted when I wanted, and fucking whoever paid me attention. Then I walked into my local one day and there was a new barmaid that had just started, a 23 year old who had a body to die for and was single, she would have no interest in me because I’m in my forties, or so I thought! Over a few weeks we got friendly and a bit flirty with eachother and I still thought it was just a bit of a laugh, although I did want to fuck her! I went in the pub on the. She turned around and sat up on the table and pulled me into her as she wrapped her legs around my waist. She began licking my nipples and kissing my neck and licking my ear she knowing it drove me crazy.“now Stacy you know you have the softest tongue, make for a great feeling, its licking that makes me hot”“I know, now you know what you do to me” She buried her head in my chest and I felt the grip of her legs get tighter as I grabbed her ass and felt her come again. It was all I needed and. “So, Mister McCoy. My son tells me you want advice on charitable giving or even, possibly, creating your own charity?” Gwen started, after our orders were taken.“Please, Mrs. Alcott, call me Jack. I am not really comfortable with the whole Mister thing. Maybe when I am older?”“Good! Then I am Gwen. So, Jack, tell me about it. Why are you giving away money and who do you want to give it to? Do you have concerns? Conditions? A specific area that interests you?”I glanced at Terry, but he shook his.