As long as the EPOD program has existed, you’ve had just one major jerk that didn’t play well with others. He’s gone now. Some of us want to pla... some more.”Everyone watched Mr. Morris take a deep breath and go back to his seat. He looked around him and saw the hopeful looks on the faces of his VPs.After a thoughtful pause, he asked, “Would any of you gentlemen like to discuss this matter with your wives and find out if they would like to volunteer to get back into the program?“There will be no. The remains of his torn shorts slid down one leg, and his big dick stuck out about a foot. His whole frame showed in the shaft of light from the bedroom as he yawned and stretched. He looked down, and made a useless attempt to cover himself. "Hey, what happened to the shorts..." he started to say. Lil recovered first; jumping off the bed, leaving me kneeling there with my dick dripping strands of fuckjuice. "They got torn on the cot," she said, her breasts bouncing around as she rummaged in the. The boy can clearly see his long prick disappear in and out of her face. Her eyes are closed; her lips are wrapped snuggly around him. He slides a hand over her body, over her shirt, reaching around to grab her breast. He squeezes and then continues on to the back of her pants, for now she is on her knees on the couch. He slips right into her panties, over her bare ass. His other hand is on the back of her head, guiding her fruitlessly back and forth along his length.Brock pulls back, grabbing. “You’ve heard the old joke about politicians, you know they’re lying when you see their lips moving. They just say what they think people want to hear.”“Whereas when you interviewed for Flagler, for example, you made sure to say everything you could to alienate them, right?”“Uh,” she grunted. “OK, point taken.”“Honey, if they’d caught you out in a bunch of lies they’d have shitcanned you, right? Well, politics is pretty much the same. If they do too many whoppers we boot their butts out and go.