.. dropping your wad all over your computer screen, or a nearby picture of your beloved mother?” he joked.“Naw, that’s alright, old man,” I re...ented. “Let’s just leave it as is and hope the reader doesn’t mind that GLARING deficiency too much. Besides, I wipe enough cum off of my computer screen as it is in real life.“I hear ya, I hear ya,” he laughed heartily. “Anyway, I’m looking forward to reading what you shoot back to me ... Just be sure to make it spicy.”“Oh, don’t worry about that,” I. More unusual to have another person in it. The other person was her, of course. It started with me looking over her shoulder as she sat at a desk. She was writing something. A story as it turned out, for the next moment we were the characters in it. She was an intelligence agent, an important and skilled one. I was the same, retired but I had been her mentor many years before. I had left the business because I couldn’t handle my feelings for her. They were endangering us both. I don’t believe. "I guess I can understand that," he replied. I doubted he really understood that: at his age, nothing was more important than fucking, I was sure. But at least he was being polite, and maybe he did understand what it was like for an older man."So ... I convinced your mother that she could repay me by maybe modeling sexy clothing, or even special outfits she or I could invent. You know, maybe a really thin nightgown, something we make up from plastic wrap, or masking tape, a G-string and. Wardrobe? Shannon liked the idea of wearingexpensive suits that she didn't have to pay for. "That wasn't so bad," shethought to herself, "this could be the best job I'll ever have!" Shannon was on cloud nine as she walked back to her dorm room. She noticedthe furtive glances of the young men who stole peeks at her breasts, her hardenednipples pressed against the loose material of her blouse, and for the firsttime in her life she felt truly sexy. She smiled at any boy who happened tomake eye.