He was considering a minor spending spree, until Charlie handed him a little report entitled, “Losing the Lottery.” It wasn’t about buying losin... tickets, but about winning and then losing all of the winnings. The stories within the report were not pleasant. Relatives were hounding the winners for money. There were attempts to kill them to inherit the money. They were offered sleazy business opportunities that lost money, and they went into debt with major purchases. He was shocked with how. ”As the coffin was lowered, I prayed to God for Emily’s soul, asking Him to cherish and protect it as He helped her into the afterlife. There was a loud chorus of ‘Amen’ as the coffin reached the bottom.For an instant the clouds broke and a shaft of sunlight seemed to highlight Emily’s coffin. The light intensified and became white, and I realised I had somehow been dragged into my fugue state.“Seamus, you came!” called out Emily.“Of course I came. I never got a chance to say goodbye.”“I was. I give. Even when I'm being taken, really I'm giving.” With that I went to my knees and hefted that dick in hand and his balls in the other. I leaned in traced a trail from the crack of his ass, across his taint, to his balls. I put each in my mouth and sucked gently. Then I ran my tongue up one side of his shaft, avoided the head, and down the other. I flattened my tongue against the bottom of his cock and went from his balls to his tip. I could taste him as I treated his head like a lollipop.. His wife craved his touch, and the vastly more experienced Dunrossiter gladly taught his wife positions and techniques she had never imagined. Although he attempted to induce her to explore the oral aspects of pleasure, she heatedly protested that this was the way of Sodom and Gomorrah, and he declined the issue, since there were more than enough Irish sluts around the household to take care of those needs. The wenches could also be induced, if by nothing more than a good caning, to open their.