It didn’t work.Finally they gave up and went through the report and asked general questions related to the meat of the investigation. By lunch time ...hey had run out of questions related to the planned Harrisburg terror attack. Then they started asking just general questions about where we stood on stopping terrorism.For lunch we were asked to join a group of Senators in the congressional cafeteria. Lunch there was a five course meal on the government’s meal card. A nap would have been more. "Does that mean that I have to help you with this before you can piss?" Oh I could probably do it for myself and I have had... er... extensive experience peeing with a hard-on," I said looking her in the eye, "but really it would be fun if you could help me out. I'll leave it up to you how." Believe me I know how Justin," laughed Martha as she pulled the bedclothes back and reached for my crutch which she began to attach to my left wrist and forearm just as soon as I was sitting up, "I spent. So I just said: “I guess men are grown up. And boys are ... well just that, boys.”He said: “Exactly. Now if you wore a different type of bra, say one that lifts your breasts they would stand out more against your top. I’d be very happy to help you look for the right ones if you like.”I blushed like hell. He smiled at me and said: “It’s just a suggestion I’m sure you and your mom or girl friend could pick one out too.”With that he told me to just try what he suggested. And we packed up out books. ” I demanded. Chrissy smiled and put one leg up on the side of the chair. Holy Shit. The mystery of the female anatomy right in front of me. We were both naked now. I stood and moved closer to Chrissy and knelt on the floor. My eyes might have been bugging out like Roger Rabbit. I might have been drooling. All I know is that I was now face to crotch with a real female, not a photograph in a magazine. Chrissy reached down and pulled her pussy lips apart. “This is my vagina.” she said and she.