Therewasn't even an obvious security presence, but I suspected that one ofthese doors hid that."What kind of entry procedures?" I asked. I wasn't surp...ised. If thiswas a secret project, they weren't going to just let me stroll right in.I just hoped the Agency guys who built up my background had made itfoolproof. If anyone could figure out I was undercover, I would expectthat Oswald's background checks would be very capable of the job."Well, you've already been screened. Mr. Oswald reviewed your. .." Well, maybe if he had, you wouldn't feel so guilty about what happened," I said, cutting her off before she began to cry again. Then, taking a deep breath, I plowed ahead. "Anyway, since he didn't spank you then, I feel it's my duty to do it now."There, I'd said it. My mother just sat there staring at me -- her mouth slightly open, as if she hadn't heard correctly.I continued. "Even though Dad's death wasn't really your fault, you feel guilty ... and the only way you can be free of that. As you might already know, I'm almost 40. I've weighted 200 pounds for over 15 years, but two weeks ago I started losing weight. Now I'm about 20 pounds below my ideal weight. See the shirt and jeans I'm wearing now? I used to fill those perfectly. But now they're too big. Worse, I've got denim shorts at home that won't even stay up without a belt. I don't wanna have to buy a new wardrobe. Could you please help me fill out my old clothes?" Sure, Virgil. I have just the thing for you." . I had been looking at a lot more porn than usual lately, and I was always drawn to the cum shot and blow job sections of the sites I frequented.Being only average sized myself, I was practically mesmerized looking at giant cocks, and watching them being devoured by willing mouths. I wondered how it would feel to have one grow in my mouth, how the precum seeping out of it would taste, and more importantly, if I could make one explode down my throat. But most of all, I was curious if I would have.