” Caty prepared for the let down and began nodding her head in understanding. Holding up an open hand, McGregor halted her before she could articula...e her understanding. “But, wait, just wait. That being said, I would love to spend time with you tonight.” There was a pause, and then seizing an opportunity for levity, McGregor asked, “Wait, by saying you would rather not be alone tonight, you were implying you’d like to spend the night with me, right?” motioning to himself. Caty threw her head. I would have to wait until Monday to claim my prize. As I was thinking about the ticket, I got another vision. I saw my ticket being stolen by my best friend after I told him about my good luck. I decided to call work Monday and say I was sick. Meanwhile I packed my suitcase and grabbed my winning ticket and headed to a hotel. I first stopped at an ATM machine and got as much cash as I could. When I checked into the hotel on the other side of town, I checked in as Dave Wilson and paid cash. No. It felt so good of what she was doing. I lifted my ass up to meet her finger plunging in and out softly while my hard dick was pulsating in her left hand. I looked back and saw the glove on the floor, she was fingering me with bare fingers with a look of lust on her face. She was enjoying this as much as I was.She slowly pulled her finger out and I felt the release of pressure inside my stomach, but now I needed more. That felt so good that I was totally drunk in lust. She stood me up, dried me. I had learned from my time in NYC how to get guys to buy you a drink and this one had worked 100% of the time. Not only are you complimenting their good taste, but no guy in the world could hear those words and not think about what Meg Ryan was doing in When Harry Met Sally. With that said, I would have ordered a Grey Goose martini even if I were paying for it myself, had a wanted to spend the $35. “Bobby,” he said as the bartender turned away to mix my cocktail.“Allie,” I replied.“Bachelorette.