" What are you going to tell the Agriculture professor that's behind you?"I kept getting in deeper and deeper because it's me that's rich and my wife ...s good looking ... Why am I crying?Finally, I cried the the Governor of the State of Michigan, George Wilcken Romney. George had been at my wedding."David Anderson for the Governor," I spoke into the phone."I think he'll speak to me, Miss." George regularly asks me for money." Yes ... THAT David Anderson."There was a wait ... maybe thirty. Tim had gone down the hall to change. He came back a few minutes later dressed in over sized sweat pants and a baggy black shirt. We both hopped on our separate beds. He turned off the lights. It was pretty much pitch black in the room. I could see Tim moving his hand under his sheets. Maybe he was thinking of his Aunt in that way now. My heart was racing. My cock was making my boxer briefs tighter. Tim had given up playing with himself or he came in his hand quickly. I was still looking up at. And by "penis" I meant thatinstead of his normal equipment he was the not-so-proud owner of his(her)newfound pussy. The C cups on his chest didn't help things much.A psych-major, John was able to calm himself down rather quickly, sparingme(the author) the task of writing about half a page of exposition wherehe has a quick little meltdown. I'll probably end up paying for it laterthough.Being one of the few people between the ages of 2-25 who actually havethe presence of mind to keep themselves. He told me that the cop was Ray Cook and that he was a good friend of his and a pretty straight bloke. He said he would talk with him later today and see what his thoughts on the matter were.Just as Ron was getting up to leave, Doc Downs came in and gave me a good looking over, "he's a tough little bugger Ron, a bang on the head like that would put a normal bloke in the grave, can't have much in there to damage" he laughed. "If things don't deteriorate before this afternoon he can go home but.