I should feel guilt but, somehow, I don't .. since their greediness seemed to have overshadowed my own. I'm getting ahead of myself so let me start from the beginning.
41-14 - 6 - 31- 2 - (12).
I watched as the lottery balls tumbled assuring a winner of, at the least, 58 million even after uncle Sam's paws had finished scratching. Nobody would believe the thoughts that went through my mind after I'd checked my numbers.
I called Ginger first. Ginger's my sexy divorced neighbor I'd been trying to hop in the sack with for over a year without success. She couldn't believe her ears and came right over. After a few celebration drinks, and a hot blowjob, we fucked most of the night away. The next morning, after she'd cooked a fabulous breakfast, she went home, only, after I'd promised to be with her that evening.
I thought of Susan next.
I've always wanted to pork my ex sister-in-law but she always came up with excuses. Somehow, after I'd shared my news, she couldn't find an excuse and invited me over for a celebration.
We fucked until almost dark, when Ralph was due home, and I left with a promise of returning when hubby left for work the next morning.
I'm getting plenty of confidence, now, as Windy pops to mind. Windy's the "knockout' loan officer at my bank who's turned me down more than once for a loan. She's the kind of shapely and classy lady, so sexy, that few men hit on her ... knowing they'd stand no chance. I never had the nerve. Somehow, this evening, I mustered the nerve by calling her home. After sharing the news she wanted me over "for my own personal benefit". We fuck another night away and she was squeezing my asscheeks as I left the following morning. She had been much tighter than I'd suspected.