Ten percent of ten million. Even I can do THAT math.When Dee leaves the office, she not only has no memory of what she has seen there, she also has ab...olutely no knowledge and no interest in what she's just done. Brenda's promise to her of "never having to think about the money again" has been kept. In the meantime, I HAVE used just a little of it. The boat, the truck, some nice acquisitions in my book collection. Pretty small potatoes, considering. Still, I guess you could argue that I've. I usually didn't like precum on my hand when jerking myself off, but right now, I liked how it kept my hand stuck to his cock. And I guess I wasn't jerking myself either.We got well past the casual jerking, starting to really work each others' cocks. I knew things were getting "heavier" when my man started to thrust a little with his hips. I started thrusting too, feeling like we were really "getting off" now. We couldn't really stop the mutual rhythm from going after that point."You close?" I. . and smiled. Then her face got very serious.“How do you feel this morning?” He slipped his hands under her shirt and lifted her breasts.“I think you can tell pretty well. You’ve already got my nipples up. But, you mean about last night. I feel great.”“Was he good?” her husband asked.“Oh yes, love. He was good, he was different, he made me come a whole lot. How about you? Did it go all right?”“Sure. I mean, she was as eager and into it as you were. We’ve known these guys a long time. We know. At 19, I was getting to be quite the shot champion. Lying in my bed wondering when my odd roommate would get back, I heard someone loud walking down the hallway. When I looked out, I noticed Dave obviously wasted being walked up and down the end of the hallway by his roommate, Ken. Ken had Dave’s arm over his shoulder as if he were rescuing someone from a burning building. They were an odd sort, both short and fairly cute but they, maturity wise, forgot they were now in college, and seemed.