Luke stared at her bra covered breasts. She lowered the tee shirt and looked at her son. She smiled at him, took one more look at his cock, turned and...walked away to finish loading the washing machine. A couple of nights later Andrea was in bed, not quite asleep. Her phone buzzed. Luke had borrowed her phone and installed a new app. She was watching her son lie on his bed. His only clothing a pair of boxed shorts. His hand kept running back and forth over the obvious bump in the boxers. Andrea. When the leaks changed to good news, the networks obediently reported all about that, making up anything they couldn't get from their 'sources.' For two days they reported that I was to be released from the hospital at any time, and that 'highly placed sources' in the Dryden Administration said that my only wish was to work in the White House, before I died.After that, the public pretty much DEMANDED Hawk Dryden find a job for me at Sixteen-Hundred Pennsylvania Avenue, and surprise, surprise,. I watched her slide them over generous hips and down her long legs. She stepped out of the wispy underwear and left them on the floor, standing quite still for a moment in all her naked glory.Setting my coffee cup on the table beside me, I pushed my panties down, mimicking her even to the point of leaving them on the carpet. My hairless pussy was already dripping. It’s what she did to me.I removed my tee shirt and dropped it on top of my panties. My nipples were firm from watching her undress. He showed up about 45 minutes later. Julie was still crying — tears of happiness in my arms."Where is the ticket?" he asked. I gave it to him. He compared the numbers. He looked at me and then sat down."They sure look the same to me," Charlie said. "We'll have to go down to the Lottery Commission on Monday. NO, make that Tuesday and talk to them, but it sure looks like YOU WON THE LOTTERY!"Put that thing away," he told me next, "where nobody but you knows where it is. Don't say anything to.