I was just stepping into the Suburban with Secret Service special agents Greg Archer and Donald Gardner to go to the IRS building when my phone rang.�...�What the hell have you done now? The TV news is continuous coverage on you. The reporters are furious - calling what you did a breach of government and demanding a federal investigation. Some of them are Senators and Congressman. The phones are crazy with the media wanting statements and interviews. ZNN is lining up senators for comments,” Jenny. Out running errands, I surmised.Paul’s room was around the back side of the house, on the corner near the back door. I would usually go right up to his window and knock lightly, as Paul’s mother was known for her government-level interrogations when his friends came around. Seeing as she was gone, I went right up to the door. I knocked smartly, hoping to keep this part of the journey short. I wasn’t sure how comfortable I was hanging out with Paul alone for any stretch of time just then.My. Cheri had not felt a sexual high like this since she had tried to run away from herself. Now she was certain that her husband Jack was the man fucking in the next room.Cheri felt crushing guilt as she realized just what a lousy lover she had been to Jack. As Mary she had always been afraid to let herself go with Jack. She had limited sex to once a week on Wednesday night. She did everything she could to make him cum without stirring any unnecessary sexual arousal in herself. Jack had tried to. In spite of myself, I dripped with excitement. The steady secretion of the centuries kept me on the perpetual edge of sexual fulfillment, the eternal denial of orgasm making me willing to endure anything for just a second’s respite. Hell remained inside myself, dripping down and down from my cunt, the entirety of my being transformed into this caustic cauldron of bubbling condemnation. He pulled up my shirt, my nipples bulging out roughly over the top of my brasserie. His inexperienced hands.