Two hundred fifty-four million dollars! I had Jane check the numbers, and she started screaming.Beth, Susan, and Steve came running in to see what the...screaming was all about. We showed Beth the ticket and newspaper. "The numbers are identical, all right", she said. "Wait a minute; how did you buy a ticket at your age?" she asked. I told her about finding the dollar, and buying the ticket on a lark. "They'll never give you the money, since you're not of legal age", she said. "I've already. But I need to be fucked, now! I jump up and spin around bending over the sink so my skirt rises up revealing my tight ass and soaking lips. Looking back over my shoulder, I beg... "fuck me with your fingers babe". You know exactly what I need, as you come up behind me and rub my juices across my clit making me squirm. But this isn't the time to be gentle. So you ram two fingers into my wet cunt, twisting them as you pull out. I'm moaning loudly straight away, forgetting where I am. and that we. I whipped sunglasses out of my pocket and as I put them on I saw Nicki settle in a seat in the back of the room. I almost lost it. I hadn't even considered that she might watch me present her poem. I took a deep breath and stepped out from behind the podium. Technically, this competition is for a poetry reading, but you aren't penalized if you recite the poem. I started slow and a little haltingly. "I floated above and could see I was dead/ Panic in my heart was fed..." By the time I was midway. Her big pendulous breasts were hidden by satin triangles, but I could see them sway back and forth, almost revealing nipples as they moved under the satin. Her round smooth belly was more apparent under the sheer, see-through material, and below that I could make out pubic hair under the satin triangle covering her crotch. From there it was just her thick, sturdy thighs all the way down to the delicately plump feet and pink toes that I had found a most unexpected delight in imagining wrapped.