Or the time in the crowded elevator when I managed to stand directly in front of him, "accidentally" dropped my binder, and, bending to pick it up, ma...e sure that the bulge in his Dockers pressed into the cleavage of my backside. I swear I felt it twitch.One day we happened to meet in the foyer to the restrooms when with a conspiratorial leer and wink he slipped me a folded piece of paper. I locked myself in a cubicle and read while my stream hissed noisily into the commode:Good girls get. “She sat on my face and I ate her pussy,” I said fearing to see the look of disgust on my mother's face at finding out I'd had my tongue buried in Mrs. Robinson's warm wet hole. Instead of showing disgust, her hand again brushed up against my cock and instead of moving it away, it stayed where it was making it all but impossible to stop my dick from leaping to attention revealing the lust that cursed through my body at the thought of fucking my mother.Then to my utter surprise, my mother said.. You know Jenny’s friend, Cathy Corbin. had identified some academic work Jenny had done here before she disappeared, written up in a foreign journal after she went away?”“Yes, I had heard that.”“I think Professor Dawney accused Jenny of deliberately giving data away to the Professor’s foreign competitors. Anyway, Jenny went to see Cathy afterwards, to recover from the verbal attack she had suffered at the hands of the Prof, and Cathy asked too many questions. The result was that Jenny had a. For some reason Jen never brought anyone home, although she did stay elsewhere every once in a while.Six months went by and we did a followup to our VA story. Our Congressman failed miserably, and denied an interview. We did our remote on his office steps, giving him a public F for his efforts. He did not win his re-elction bid. His replacement was from the other party, and a vet, so he jumped in, making it his personal cause, working both parties relentlessly. He made friends and he made.