Then there was the need to inventory what each storeroom contained and with only five people to do the work, they would take weeks to do the inventory...With them working on the harbor, Antonia and I had some time to ourselves and I wanted to show her the remaining tunnel. Heading down the tunnel, I could see the foot prints Mr. Nietzel and I had left previously and it was good to know no one had been down this way since. Walking down the tunnel, Antonia was back to analyzing as we went down. She understood that to have freedom and happiness, she had to let go of everything. She had to be happy herself to make her son happy.Mom: No, baby, don’t feel sad anymore.She turned around and hugged him back.Mom: I never knew you felt this way about me, baby. You are making me cry with happiness! I’m so blessed to have a son that cares so much about his mother!Her huge milky boobs were pressing against my chest. I could feel her nipples pointing at my chest, with her soft boobs spreading. .al …uhhh… alright as my ridiculous nervous stutter continued…as I walked to her bedroom I was in shock…this is happening?, this is seriously going to go down??…..this is fucking nuts… I sat down on the edge of the bed with my hands crossed nervous as fuck, mouth hanging open as I stared at the floor….the door opened…Ok darling….she ran her finger tips from my chest over my shoulder and proceeded to get on all fours on her bed… take my pants off… she said grinning …I slowly pulled them down her. "Here, look at the numbers — the second row. It's the numbers that they showed on the TV news," she told me, holding out the ticket.This couldn't be right! I'm never lucky at the lottery!"You should check," she continued, through her tears."OK, I'll go to the lottery site on the net and check the numbers. Pass me the ticket." It took a while for the lottery site to come up. They were probably flooded. When it did, I went to the Friday game site and there were the winning numbers. I looked at.