At least they haven’t in a few months.Chance places a hand between her thighs to cup her crotch. “I would just hate for you not to get clean, that...��s all.”“That’s what soap is for, babe,” she counters. “But I may just let you start and we’ll go from there.” Ashe places a hand on his shoulder and pushes downward.Chance knows exactly what it is she wants—he has no doubt of that. So he kisses his way between her breasts, down her belly and places his mouth right over her smooth, wet snatch. His. She wanted desperately to know where this was going. As she looked him over, he seemed a little more fit than when he was in high school. He still had the same compact build and barrel chest that she used to love to caress, but his arms and shoulders seemed stronger and more well-defined. We still wore a mustache, but had given up the little goatee that used to tickle her neck when he used to nibble her earlobe. They moved to the checkout line and he helped her to her car with her groceries. He. Two men came out with all of our golf clubs, except for Mr. Chalmers, because he had once again brought his clubs with him. At the first tee, Mr. Parsons insisted that he wanted the bet to be something other than money. He said that was so I would have something at stake, in case I lost. It was finally agreed that the losers had to wash all of the cars. They decided that my car was going to be the limousine that Hans had driven us to Springfield in. Winners got to sit in lawn chairs, drinking. Wouldn't it be fun to gamble a little?" She had an expectant smile on her face.Charley said in a patient voice, "Honey, I know you know very well, people don't win all the time in Las Vegas. They don't even win much of the time. If they did, the casinos would all go broke."Brian's Dad was a practical man, not given to dreaming. He wasn't about to give his money away to just anybody, especially to a bunch of gangsters like he heard owned things in Las Vegas and had funny sounding names that.
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