And of course we'll try to get permission to let some of them actually be naked. That will take some work so don't be surprised if that part gets shot...down." Val pointed at a girl who had her hand held up and gave her permission to speak.The girl stood up. She looked stunning and for some reason, familiar. When she spoke she seemed tired, "I can make things easy for you to get permission for the nudity thing. I can just talk with my father. If I ask him, he'll give you permission. I just have. .” thrust, “prostate...” thrust, “orgasm...” Her pounding got even harder. “I’m...” thrust, “going to...” thrust, “fuck the...” thrust, “cum out of you!” Knowing that something exciting was about to happen made me even more horny for her rock hard cock to keep penetrate me. I felt the urgent need for more pressure on my prostate, so I arched my back and rolled my hips a bit more. The result was immediate. Her next thrust smashed directly against my prostate and made me feel like my bladder had. I did this not because I had to but because my own moral code told me that this was the only way to run a business. (One of the old jokes around was that when your own way doesn’t work read the instruction manual. My manual happens to be based upon the teachings of the Bible.) Anyway ten years, or so, ago the problems started. First there was the push, by the NLRB (national labor relations board) to allow a small subset of employees to form an union even if the majority of the employees didn’t. He didn't want to wait until morning to start his complaining of not feeling well but didn't want to blow it either, so he ate his ice cream in silence knowing that it would be painful to sit next to his sexy aunt watching TV after dinner, but that's exactly what he did.His cock went from hard to soft several more times Friday night in anticipation of seeing his aunt without the protection of her sweater and jeans.He went to bed around ten P. M. after showering in the small upstairs bathroom..