.....As I am sobering up with the thought of breaking up a marriage, Brad is quite inebriated and staggering towards our room, singing to himself and ...appy. He looks back at me and leers at me, smiling as he bangs into a picture frame on the wall.............`You owe me` he says, and I know what he means/wants/deserves and I am going to oblige. This delightful man who lets me play around deserves a special treat too! I grab his forearm to steady him before he falls onto our bed, the room frigid. We had decided to use the same plan as last week. If we asked about the forgeries at the briefing, we wouldn't get an exclusive. We would wait until this afternoon. We would call my good friend Pete Simpson after the article was complete. Complete except for the governor's comments, of course.Which turned out to be very similar to my comments earlier in the day."Fuckin' A!" Pete Simpson said.He calmed down a minute later, though. His professional demeanor returned and he remembered the cardinal. But her tongue finally got the hint and reached out to meet mine. They intertwined and flicked against each other. They did their own little acrobats inside each other’s mouths and I’d never felt better. Her hands pulled me close and easily twisted my body around so that I was facing her and out chests pressed together. I pulled away from the kiss to get a little air and laid my head on her chest. Her cock had risen again and was comfortably resting between our two stomachs. I could only think. I screamed “that’s it, that’s it, right there”. Maureen kept her hand in place and slowly twisted her hand so that every time it moved it rubbed my sensitive spot. It took only a minute to have a full vaginal orgasm “I screamed at the top of my voice, Maureen, Maureen, love me up, I love you, don’t stop, don’t stop, as my body pulled against the ropes. Finally, every muscle in my body grew taught as every pleasure center exploded in one hugh burst of energy. Maureen slowly withdrew her hand.