Did you have something you wanted to do?" Well, yes, I do. I'd like to go down to the paper, and talk with my boss for a while. I don't intend to tell...him everything, only about the congressmen who are on the take. I want to know what his feelings are about the liabilities we might be faced with if we print the story. I'll tell him they are receiving payments from a special interest group, and I won't let him draw me out any further." Are you sure it's a good idea to talk with him at all? I. On Thursday he brought in several bags of stuff that were clearlylabeled "Frederick's of Hollywood", but even then I figured they wereprobably stuffed with paper filling. Like I said, I have known Ken along time and this would not be the first time either one of us haspulled a long protracted joke on the other. I was confident the gag would be over tonight, until I calledhome in the late afternoon. That's when my confidence began to slip afraction. "Hey Ken, its Todd." I started the. Are you stoned?, asked I.Just a bit, replied she, putting her fingers together, but her eyes were red.How are you feeling? she asked, as she tossed her long hair back.Come here, I motioned, pulling her in to sit closer, and gave her a hug.I'm high, giggling as she talked.Would you cuddle me?Sure, said I, feeling her massive boobs nudging into my side.Where are you sore?When I pointed to my left thigh and down the leg, she asked if she could massage it for me. To make it feel better.She leaned. I had never shot that much cum on my own, so it probably was a matter of age. The clock on my night table blinked the minutes, and I knew that by taking my time, I could get a good fifteen minutes of jerking off before I had to cum. Of course, I was afraid that my arm would begin to look like Popeye's, what with all the action it got, but the only alternative was a real girl, and I didn't yet know how to arrange that. The guys in school talked about it, but I think it was mostly bullshit..