Patrick Michael Sullivan was a bit of an anomaly. He was sixty-three years old, and looked the part, with longish gray hair and bushy eyebrows that so...e children thought of as caterpillars, resting on his face. That face was creased with deep wrinkles, and tanned dark by the time he spent in the sun. His thoroughly Irish family had raised him in a thoroughly Irish fashion until the government drafted him into the service of his country and sent him to far away Vietnam. There, he discovered. His penis sat therefor long enough for my sphincter to relax. Then he started to thrustpowerfully into me. His powerful rhythm quickly brought me to orgasmwhile my excited mouth and tongue moved more swiftly than it had everdone before bringing my powerful blonde to his peak. The shaft pulsedand then shot its load into me again and again. I had to swallow -mistress expected that of a slut like me and I had to please her.Finally blonde pulled his shaft from my mouth and with a last pumpsquirted. I'd long since been uncuffed, and I wolfed it down with the water they kept providing me.A lot of the questioning had to do with the Liberator, which most of them had never heard of. They simply couldn't comprehend how I'd snuck an actual gun into the Senate Office Building. But one of the FBI guys—the ones who'd been pointing their weapons at me were FBI, I found—volunteered that he'd read something about it, and it went more easily from there.Later on somebody else brought in the actual thing. We cleaned up the dishes and made another pot of coffee.Just about then Mrs Stevens walked in the back door Mom was wearing just a lite robe grandma a shear teddy and panties her boobs sagging down to her paunchy belly.I was wearing just a long tee shirt.Mrs Stevens was dressed in a summer dress and you could tell she was nude underneith.Her big boobs sagged down to her belly too obscenely.Mom and grandma gave her a big hugg and Mrs Stevens even gave them both a kiss on the lips.She came over.