“If we make this about social issues, we are screwed! Maryland is one of the five or six most liberal states in the nation. If we start harping on D...mocratic hot buttons, they will bury us,” I replied.“We’re not that liberal, Carl,” responded John. “Maryland voted for both Reagan and Bush, remember.”I shrugged. “Maryland voted for Reagan in ‘84. In ‘80, they voted for Carter. In ‘84, Jesus would have lost against Ronald Reagan, and in ‘88 my eight-year-old could have beaten Mike Dukakis. You. Then Connie called. Even fifty odd years later, that conversation is too painful to recount in its entirety. I was a no-good son-of-a-bitch who had fucked that little strumpet in every room of our house and in front of two six-year-olds. The conversation went downhill from there. When I got home, she told me that she’d been offered a promotion to Major and a transfer to Dayton and the regular Air Force. I told her about the University Committee’s letter. Now I’d put my career at risk: what if. "Oh! I can't even sit!" she said.I stood and lifted my cassock, exposing my raging erection.She crawled over and gave me the best blowjob I've ever gotten. I lastedonly a little longer than yesterday before filling her mouth with cum.She swallowed it all, and showed me she had.I helped her up off the floor."Now, young lady, it's back to class," I said."Yes, Father," she said."And, if I see you again tomorrow, you'll get even more punishment," Isaid."Thank you Father. I will try to do better. But now it appears his dad had not been out of town, no not even out of the room for he had been watching from a special place behind the wardrobe partition.Ritchie recalled how four long years ago, his hormones had kicked in at top speed and he found every opportunity to drop things around his mother just for the chance to bend down and sneak a peek up her skirt at her nylon clad legs, often seeing the stocking tops and beyond. He found himself not only ogling his mother's legs but also his.