I was naked down to my feet and my cock was limp. I expected to find puddles of thick cum on my chest and belly but didn't. What I did find were puddl...s of liquid so thin they reminded me of skim milk. Even dipping my fingers into them I didn't feel the thick slimy cream that should have been my cream. I was puzzled but finally decided I had been shooting so much that it could only get weak and thin.I grabbed my morning shower, dressed and felt the pangs of hunger. Mom was in the kitchen fixing. With my left hand, I fumble for the book and let my gaze slip away from scanning the shelves for intruders. I lift it up in front of my face, and I begin to scan the prose looking for erotic gems to help push me over the edge. My clit feels stiff and hungry and raw. My muscles are tightening. My thighs are quaking. I'm so close.And in those final moments, I push away from the wall. I slide down and sprawl across the library floor, hips bucking as I bring myself to a silent and intense. " I don't think this will be an easy job, Ian. I suspect you'll be spending a lot of time on the dumb end of a shovel." That's okay, Dad. I'll do what I can to earn the job."He nodded. "I know you will, Ian. I told Mr. Fosdick to expect your call." How come you know him, Dad?" Do you remember old Mrs. McGonagall, the lady who nearly ran down Kelsey?" Sure, what about her?" Well, Mr. Fosdick is her son-in-law and feels he owes you for preventing a horrible accident that would have destroyed the. So slowly she looked up to me and I looked at her asked her "before I call the cops, you better explain to me why you broke in my apartment?" and she said " im sorry i didn't mean to!" and I said "I see, very well." so I walked toward the phone and she ran to me she said cryin like Niagara Falls "please don't call the cops" and I said "why?" and she said "because I never went to jail before" and I said "that ain't no excuse, tell me the real reason why?" and she said looking right dead in my.