She was fascinated by the traveling life of a professional athlete, and had lots of questions about life on the road. I explained that it was, indeed,...a grind, but at the big-league level, the clubs did all they could to make us comfortable. Some of the ballplayers with families, I confided, actually loved the life -- not because they weren't happy at home, but because the frequent breaks from house-and-kids gave them a chance to recharge. As a result, when they were at home, they tended to be. "Deb snorted. "Come on, Melissa, you can't bullshit a bullshitter. This is the top of one social circle, but there are others ... Washington, for one."Melissa could not hide the gleam in her eye, Deb saw. Aha, I felt a nibble... "One way to get there is to be a political beat reporter."Deb watched Melissa sniff, toying with the straw in her iced-tea glass."Another way is to follow a campaign, a rising star."Melissa sat up, her tea forgotten. Oh, yes, a definite hit on the lure. "Who?"Deb. " She left the room, and I wiped my cum from the floor, cleaned my cock, and put myself back together. When I opened the bathroom door she was still standing the hallway, holding her own crotch, and bouncing around like she was about to piss herself. My cum was no smeared from her chest and stomach, she must have wiped it off with her bare hand. She was holding that hand facing up, with a glob of my jizz in it. As I walked past her, she ran into the bathroom, not even shutting the door, and in. Judging by the height of him, she must be feeling it hot on her belly through her dress. With that thin fabric it is as though she is naked already, he can feel all of her. His hands are huge and they are enjoying her flesh, kneading her buttocks and rubbing her up and down against him. At one point I notice that he is playing with the string of her thong, gripping it between his fingers and twiddling it playfully. His friends are looking on and almost cheering him on. They also look over at me.