My fingers found their way between her legs, and I soon felt her soft lips, already wet in anticipation. I began massaging her womanhood with gentle s...rokes, pleased with the tiny involuntary moans that escaped her. Eventually I snuck my middle finger inside her and smiled as her hand gripped my pant leg tightly. I felt her body tremble slightly and I drew small circles with my finger. As I did, she took my free hand and slid it up her shirt, placing it on her breast. I began to draw. ”“Two cars?” I laughed. “Mum you can’t drive yet, you’ve not even had one lesson.”“Well when I finish in London I’ll pay for lessons, now don’t argue, I’m getting two cars.”An hour or so later we arrived at a car salesroom and had a stroll around looking at the various models on display. I noticed a salesman inside talking to a young lad, slightly younger than me, then he pointed to us and went back to his desk, no doubt he thought he’d let the lad deal with us as we didn’t look particularly. I worried, after all that had gone before, that I wouldn't last long but Megan only needed a few minutes before her final all-consuming orgasm overtook her.I ground myself into her. Putting pressure onto her engorged clitoris each time I bottomed out inside her wonderful cunt. As her body convulsed with pleasure, she held me tighter still, I couldn't move. My penis was deep inside her and she bucked her hips up against me. Fucking herself with my cock. I felt her juices let go. A hot wetness. ”He was right, of course. By the beginning of April, I found myself called on the carpet by Newt Gingrich. He had discovered, horror of horrors, that I was interested in co-sponsoring Al Gore’s Internet bill. I was ‘asked’ to meet with him in his office. It was a lot like being called into the Principal’s office. He sat behind his big desk, and I sat in a chair in front of him. “Carl, I understand you are interested in co-sponsoring HR656.”“Yes, that’s correct,” I replied. I didn’t want to.