“Penelope Erin, please get your mother a Tootsie-Pop.” Blossom made the request.“What flavor is your favorite, Mother?” Penelope nicely asked....��Chocolate, please.”Penelope went to the receptionist and got a chocolate Tootsie-Pop and gave it to her mother.“Thank you darling. At least someone is nice to me.” Erin said, hugging her daughter.“Hey, everyone is nice to you.” I said.“Except you, Georgia and Dr. Grand!”Margaret, Penelope, and Paula surrounded their mother and looked around.“Who is being. I wondered if Bryan was playing with his cock watching all this action with me and the strangers. I was thinking to myself how fucking horny I was to be letting this happen. I was really enjoying this. I wasn’t even watching the porno movie. I was becoming the porno movie. I noticed that Bryan had moved to the other front row to the left of me. I saw that he had unzipped his pants and was stroking his cock, while the movie played. But, he really was watching me and these men get together. . That letter arrived and looked like business correspondence, so she opened it. There was no way I could explain my way out of it." Oh, Ben -- I'm really, really sorry." It was for the best. We were headed that way anyway. It just hastened the demise. In a way, it was a kindness. It made the breakup more stressful, but a lot shorter. So, actually you did me a favor." You're too generous, Ben." I know I am," he replied. "Especially when it comes to the ladies. It's a fault of mine."The waitress. I carried six cups and a coffee pot with several glasses of orange juice, apple juice and milk on a tray back to the cottage.An agent placed a folder on the tray and held the door open for me to leave. I knew what the folder was - intelligence updates and other classified reports that I received every morning.Vice President Harrison received the same report while I was on vacation and was handling the daily White House confusion for me.I was on the second cup of coffee when I finished reading.