I sucked lovingly on her cock as my orgasm took me. My body shook and rocked, shooting cum up onto my chest and stomach. I heard her sigh and say “y...s.” Amanda stepped away from me, pulling her wonderful, beautiful dick from my mouth.She offered me a towel to clean my cum off of myself and reached for my pants, handing them to me. I wanted more though, I needed more. I stood and she layed down on the bed. “You are soooo beautiful!” I said, and I meant every word. “Can I see your ass?” She. I want you here."Mike said, "Yeah, me too. We might talk bad about him. But not you."Sheila and Jerry were standing off to the side of the kitchen now. Sheila said, "You know, I have a niece that's fourteen and pregnant and she doesn't have a clue. You act like you got a clue."Jerry said, "Yeah, I guess so. Okay. Let's go sit down and talk. I can't wait to hear some of this."Tootie followed us into the living room, saying, "Give the stupid turkey another half an hour. I want to hear this."In. “‘Trust, but verify’? I think you need to take the rest of the week off work, and take morning and afternoon naps.”“Seriously?” I sighed.“Yes. You’re clearly not recovered from the concussion.”“I thought it was mild,” I protested.“It was, but you had a concussion ten years ago, and that can make it harder to recover from a second one.”“What are you worried about, Al? I can see it in your eyes.”“Post-concussion syndrome.”“What’s the treatment?” I asked.“Time. I want you to do nothing until next. I expect the outcome of each of those cases will vindicate R.J. even more fully."She was little off script here, but still close to the text I'd provided."Finally, I not only condone what R.J. did today. I applaud it."Uh-oh. She was way off track now, but Jack and Judy were nodding forcefully."I defy any person with any backbone to tell me truthfully they wouldn't have done the same thing to protect someone they care about from public scrutiny. I'm happy to know a man like R.J. Hartley, who is.