I placed the garment over my arm, walked over to the dresser, got out some panties, and laid them on the chair next to my bed.I snickered and whispere..., "Oh yeah, this ought to be just the right thing to wear, and fool Grampa. As he will never guess I'm not wearing panties."Next, I put on my nightie and climbed into bed. I just couldn't help but raise the gown up, and masturbated as more visions of what we'd do ran through my head. I bit my lip to keep from screaming as a climax surged through. My pulse raced and my rod pulsated.I approached the door carefully and in exactly the manner I had rehearsed in mymind. I had removed my shoes so that I would make no noise as I crossed thedark emerald carpet. I cautiously bent down and peered through the keyholewhich I knew was in a direct line from the tub. I have to admit that I halfexpected the view to be blocked by my mother having d****d a towel over thedoorknob. But as I got closer to the keyhole I could see light through it. Megan, naked? Willing to--my thoughts broke off when Megan began to unzip Tyler’s pants. Surely she must be bluffing; there’s no way that Megan would just show up and comply to this. There must be some trick, a catch that I’m not getting. I stole a look over to the girls on my right, and saw that they were all staring, some with open mouths and others with wide eyes. Some with both. Then I looked over to the guys on my left, and saw that they were as horny and happy as ever. Megan’s group in. "By the way, Dalton, the Congressman is giving a party for a few lobbyist next month. It's a fund raiser of sorts. Maybe I can get you in. Bye." She gave me an air kiss.Hmmm, the Congressman's apartment and a fund raiser. They both got me to thinking and wondering.On a Friday before the fund raiser, I took the train to Washington, DC and checked into a hotel not far from the Smithsonian and Cici's apartment. I met her for dinner that first night when I learned a little more about her."Tell me,.