As for me, I worked hard in the family business but I made as much time as I could for my kids. Once they started school I was there for them. From gr...de school through high school I did my best to attend any functions that they were in.My kids and my business were my life. I would often travel two or three days a week. My kids understood that I was there for them and they could call me anytime if they needed me. When I was away I would often call home and talk to them.Over the years my kids. I had taken my slave to the pub down the corner, a place many of the students hang out - several knowing mother and I by sight - ate burgers and salad. Then we danced to the tunes from a crappy old jukebox in the corner - which devoured the last of my money. After several of the beers both of us stumbled home, laughing and flirting continuously.As soon as we reached our tiny bachelor apartment and the door closed, mother dragged off my jeans and simply swallowed my cock. She didn't come up for. ...You see me standing at the bar and catch my eye. You bring your fingers up to your mouth and lick my cum off you fingers seductively as you look at me, your eyes beginning me to fuck you again. You walk over to me and I lead you out of the club. I throw you into a taxi and you give the driver you address. I get in and your hands are all over me. You unzip my trousers and wrap your lips around my thick shaft. You start to tease me as you slide me into your throat. You suck me slowly till we. But suppose you win one of those "all the fucking money in the world" games. You remember that guy Jack Whittaker? That guy had a bunch of money already. As I understand it, he owned a construction company worth a few million bucks. And the fucking lottery destroyed his life. His granddaughter dead of drugs, himself sued a couple of hundred times, his daughter dead, himself a target of thieves and scammers. That's the kind of shit that nobody needs. Nobody. So if you win the "big one," what do.