I know you and if you put that kind of money intothe market there's no way you would be able to leave it alone.? ?Okay?.? ?I think you should go with ...eal estate, get a bunch of rental propertiesor a condo complex or something.? ?Sounds fine. I can let the housing market and the renters grow the moneyfor me.? ?Just get on it please before it embarrasses the firm.? That conversation had set the house of cards that was his life tumbling withoutany sort of warning at all. Westin had wandered down. I think a certain amount of "data osmosis" -- memory leakage or maybe something analogous, takes place in a Znosko-Borowski Somatic Transfer. Yes, there actually is such a thing, and it even has a scientific-sounding label. Apparently it was an accidental byproduct of a super-secret Soviet psychic research project in the late '60s. (I had hired an ex-NSA employee to dig the relevant information out of Kremlin archives soon after the collapse of the Soviet Union.) Anyhow, data osmosed, or memory. Doh! So there she was laying down beside me completely naked, with me desperately and unsuccessfully trying to hide the tent pole in my shorts. After a while she turned over on to her side to face me, and to my utter surprise and delight, ran her fingers across my chest saying “I like the more mature gent, especially ones with a fit hairy body like you have got Mr Johnson” “Call me Jim” Was all I could think of to say at the time.“I can see by the bulge in your trunks that you are interested in. ” Every muscle in my body tightened up and my hips thrust forward against his mouth as my orgasm flooded from my body, all over the back seat of his car. Every inch of me shoot, my mind was all over the place and I could not seem to catch up. I was lost in a cloud of ecstasy as he still continued to suck at my clit. “Stop,” I begged, not really wanting him to pull away from me, but unable to take the feeling going through my body right now. He stopped sucking on my clit and began to kiss his.