"We made it!" Renee said, thrilled and more than a little tipsy. "Well,one of us did, anyway. Even if you had to have your brain scrambled to doit, yo... get to live it up like those bastard executives we're alwaysjealous of."Tracy handed her a martini glass, then held up her own to toast."Here's to being a bastard," she said with a wolfish grin, and theyclinked their glasses and drank.Renee kept pacing around the loft, taking it all in, and Tracy watchedher. She had been fighting her attraction. With my legs on his shoulders, he held my arms and pumped me . It was like i was squeezing my boobs between my arms and they were bouncing with each stroke. Another 5-7 mins and then he turned and lay on bed. He had some stamina. I used some more lube on my hole and he asked me to sit on him.I came on top of him and sat on his tool pointing to the roof. OHHH it went in soo deep.He pulled me close to him and hugged me while his rod still in me. Then he started pumping from under me. His speed. I offered to meet her at her apartment, sothat she could back out from being seen in public with me if she didn'tlike how I looked.So, I got ready to go out Friday night. I put on my low rise two-sizestoo small jeans and a cleavage-baring top, high-heeled boots, and mylargest hoop earrings. When Lisa saw me, her mouth almost dropped open,she gave me a hug, and then barraged me with question after question,"Wow! I can't believe it! You look great! Really hot! How did you getthose boobs? Are you. I had gone whole hog and made an effort to talk to every student in the Freshman class. That seemed to have paid off. Several of the politicians I had talked to had emphasized the importance of personal contact with the voters. Apparently, they were right. I carried almost all of the female vote and about 30% of the male vote. Since I was running against three jocks, I figured that I had done unusually well.This was purely a popularity contest, so I could not find any campaign issues to raise..