I drove across the street to a little "Hole-in-The Wall" bar, that I had never been to before. I saw that they had Dart machines. Perfect. I had a cou...ple of hours to kill, and Darts work for me. I got a soda, and sat down to scope the place out.The sign on the wall said it had a "75 Maximum Patron Limit". I wasn't sure it even had a third of that present. It did have the usual 50 something ladies, trying to look younger, with male 60 something's hitting on them. There were a few younger guys in. The kicker was that there were also movie and TV rights to a Peachy Keen series being acquired. His offer, which I accepted in about 2.5 seconds: $1.4 billion American. Paid in one lump sum, from one foreign bank to another, avoiding all U.S. taxes.The announcement (minus the dollar figures) was going to be live on cable news. As the moment drew near, that’s when I suffered my heart attack.Fortunately for me, Doc was with me when it struck, allowing him to save me the old-fashioned way at the. She went into his room and looked at all his shorts and jeans. The rip was on all his clothes. Natasha was imagining that her son had a monster-sized cock. She would have to accidentally walk into the bathroom when he’s showering to get a look at him naked. She would make up some excuse and check his body out.She wondered if he was bigger than her husband. Her husband’s dick was on the small side. She was getting excited thinking about her son’s cock. She was imagining that his cock was. Her head was swimming and the room seemed to be spinning around her. “I’m not as young as I used to be,” she uttered to an empty room.She closed her eyes. The party was going so well, why the hell did they have to start playing drinking games?“You okay”, came a voice from the door. It was Joel, her husband. “I just need a few minutes”. She could feel the bed slump as he sat next to her.“You know, you really shouldn’t drink so much, especially at you own party”.“Why? Are you going to take.