Her tongue lapped through my folds, drinking my juices. I smelled both our pussies—hers sweet, mine smelling like marigolds.Her blue eyes stared at ...me around my dick. Her tongue licked swirls while her fingers slid lower, tracing my taint and pressing into my butt-crack. I groaned as she found my sphincter, teasing it while her tongue probed deep into my pussy.“Xandra,” I moaned as her finger thrust into my bowels.My sphincter clenched on them. Hot, burning itch seared through me. I humped. Snake Lady broke in, "Oh, come on Little Momma don't play miss innocent. Shit do it like we do it when we're alone. Your old man is cool with it. Why you thought all of this was so damned secretive is beyond me. You know he knows about your boyfriend on the side and how you've been fucking him for now several months." And with all that out of the way my little woman then snorted her entire line. Snake Lady and I alike tuned our senses with little mommas and soon the atmosphere was openly jovial. ”Chris chuckles. “Well, I wouldn’t say, nothing. I’ve merely built a company by buying up other companies and organizing them to run efficiently.”“I heard a rumor that Shatto Enterprises is joining in on the space race,” Chance digs, hoping to learn if the rumors are true.“Just between you and me,” Chris says, leaning forward over the counter. He waits for Chance to come close before continuing. “We are.”Both men pull away. Chris has a serious expression while Chance is at a loss for words. But. He didn't make a sound and silently dropped to the floor. Waite was free to empty the safe at his leisure. There was nearly $100,000 in banknotes, 5,000 double eagles, and twenty-nine gold bricks. The bricks were approximately five pounds each.There were two valises in the safe. He pulled them out and opened one. Inside the valise were stock certificates for the New York & Mississippi Valley Printing Telegraph Company signed by Mr. Hiram Sibley dated 1855. They were for preferred stock and had.