I’ve heard about their parties for a long times, but have never went. This party was held at a newly renovated venue of theirs called the “DC Spea...easy.” Upon entry, there was a sign outside the door of the building that said “Fleamarket” which I found quite humorous. I immediately knew that was code for that is where the party was taking place.When I went inside, I walked down a narrow hallway. At the end of the hallway was an elder gentleman who happened to be the founder of Bi-Weekly. I started to massage and suck on her tits and squeeze them so hard. She was lying down on her back with closed eyes. I was still in my shorts and shirt and i knew that she was shy and would not make any move to take off my clothing. I was not that worried about it as well since i wanted her to enjoy and also i was getting some real time with a sexy female body. I moved my hands and lips all over her and was kissing her navel and tits.. I moved down and undid her bottom and slipped it off.. She. Day looked down at my body, "I haven't tasted you yet." She slid down and kissed my breast, her hand pushed my legs apart and she moved on top of me. Her face move down to my mound. She kissed between my legs, her mouth was covering my pussy, then her tongue slid into my slit. She sucked my lips and her tongue was busy teasing my clit.She pushed my knees up and her mouth was covering my pussy.Day was skilled, she licked my clit and pushed two fingers into me, she fingered me and lapped the. Did I hotfoot it down to my Lottery Office? No, I didn’t. What I did do, was lock my ticket in my fireproof safe. The Lottery’s website had a number of articles that gave good advice to Jackpot winners. Since I was too sick to go out, I read those articles, and then I called Bob Thompson.While reading the articles, I decided that before I submitted my ticket, I would get some financial and legal advice. Ruth and I had been scrupulous when it came to saving for our retirement. At the time of her.