She has a slightly trimmed bush – some hair but not much. It is clear she hasn’t had this experience too often and after only a few moments she is...wriggling and squirming as I lap, finger and excite her. Her juices start to flow and she starts to massage her perfect titties. It is clear she will not last long, and shortly her contractions around my fingers become more and more tight. Suddenly an torrent of cum flows – all over my tongue and some concealed squeals are let out.That was wonderful. After spending the first three days organizing Sheila’s notes and files, I was ready to throw myself headfirst into the paper shredder.“What’s the matter; you’re awfully quiet?” Sheila asked as she dropped another stack of documents on the desk in front of me.“I hate paperwork. Is the stable boy position still open?” I forlornly stared at the mountain of paper as I leaned back in my chair and took a deep sigh.“You would rather shovel manure than do officework?” Sheila inquired with a sly grin.I. Congress were coming up and Peter was being groomed for a run for that office. His kingmaker of a father-in-law had heard the rumors that Peter was womanizing, though. He hadn’t narrowed down on Ada, but Ada, in fact, wasn’t the only one Peter was dallying with. The father-in-law had lowered the boom, and Peter was cutting all of his relationships cold turkey because he wanted a congressional seat so badly that he could taste it. Sex was one thing. But power was something far more. The last few months of my college years were not stressful, academically. I had completed my course work and had several classes in which I had theses to hand in, but these works were complete and I expected to graduate as a Bachelor of Arts, and probably with honors. My faculty adviser and the dean had been rather tight-lipped about that, but in my asking around it had not been unusual to find my fellows equally as ignorant of their fates. Two weeks before graduation day, we were each informed.