I smiled. “That bad, huh?”“Well, you were unconscious when the feds arrived,” she said. “It took a bit of ... you-know-what to convince them...to let you go to the hospital rather than arrest you.”A smile grew on my lips and Jordan’s mirrored it. “Then it worked,” I said.She nodded.I glanced at the closed door. I saw the shoulder of someone in a cheap suit standing just outside. “I take it I have an armed guard?”“The feds just want to make sure you don’t leave before they have a chance to talk to. Sarah picked up a Vodka and began to enjoy the party. The evening went well, with only a few fatalities and several limb severings and a few bone fractures, sprains e.t.c., but all in all it went pretty smoothly.At about 4a.m. the guests began to filter out slowly, and a couple of boys hauled the dead and u*********s out onto the street to clean up the floor a bit.By about 5a.m.-5:30a.m. there were only two people left in Britney’s house, herself and Sarah Michelle Gellar.The two sat there. They sat there, robes open and draped back over the chair backs, fingering themselves as I masturbated for them.About then, my Dad came back in."What's this girls, give the poor boy what he wants, suck him off," and they all laughed. With that, Donna got up, knelt down in front of me, put her hand around my penis and began licking around the end of my dick. Oh, this was incredible the way it felt.Then, Lois got up and came around in back of me and hugged me from behind rubbing her breasts all. I thought he played well in the Rose Bowl but he wasn't my primary worry during that game. I was more concerned about not getting knocked out by one of the big guys that were hitting me. I remember thinking that Patrick was going to be a good player based on what I saw there.He played his man perfectly last week, never out of position and breaking up any pass attempt that went to his man. Coach Carroll shifted Patrick around to cover the best receiver on the field when San Jose State sent.