The reverse had been the case with the Buckman Group, but we had the benefit of not actually knowing what we were doing anyway. We made it up as we we...t along. I had a feeling that Congress might be closer to a shark tank, and I would need to at least know how to dog paddle before I got there.I had debated asking Brewster if he might be interested in a position as my Chief of Staff, but I shot that idea down as quickly as I came up with it. McRiley wasn’t interested in politics as a means to. Slowly, he crept into the room, whispering her name. Still, she made no move. Careful not to wake her, John stood still, looking around the room.He breathed in the fragrance of his young daughter's body. The smell was good ... soft and sweet. Yet there was also the odor of something else. Something bestial, animalistic. He couldn't put his finger on it. Then he spied the hairbrush on the floor.He picked it up. It appeared normal with a few hairs clinging to it. Nothing unusual. Then he looked. Eventually, I stumbled to the mall and that helped. There were girls and their cute butts became fodder for more late-night handiwork which was seeming more and more to be the preferred panacea for the sexually downtrodden.A week later as I was returning from the neighborhood convenience store, I heard a voice. It was Tori's mother standing with the screen door open and a half-burnt cigarette in her hand.Lori was a full woman. She had thickish thighs but not fat. A full torso but not. A second catches me across both ass cheeks. Your fingers thrust into my pussy, your thumb into my ass."How many?" Two," I respond.I feel the end of the crop caressing between my buttocks, as your fingers fuck me. The urge to cum over your fingers has my hips wriggling, but you withdraw, leaving me feeling bereft. A thwack as the third one lands on the other cheek. It was harder than the previous ones and brings tears to my eyes."Three."I hear you move, the sound of a drawer opening. Cool.