“I’ll say it again, Paul,” he said as he gently closed the lid. “What makes you think you can trust me with all of this?” Moving slowly with...a look of consternation on his face, he went over to the couch where he sat down and stared at me. It was times like this when I wished I’d had some good scotch available.I quietly sipped coffee and waited for Tom to speak. A few minutes went by but eventually he got his thoughts together and said, “You’re giving me a lot of responsibility and trust.. .it’s not fault I forgot to close the door as I have to rush’ From that day I couldn’t forget that scene. I just saw my mom topless and saw that she had a very good pair of boobs.They were a bit firm and were very much white.She just had perfects pair of tits as well. From that I just jacked off every day thinking of that scene. I didn’t knew what happened to me but I couldn’t forgot that particular day and that particular scene. Whenever I saw my mom from that day I used to get excited and my. We still enjoyed regular sex. Naomi particularly enjoyed anal sex, but she still should be pregnant from the rest of it.We had a talk about pregnancy and she said that she had very irregular periods, and hoped that she could get pregnant. I told her that I hoped so too.While we were crossing Kansas, I noticed that Woof would act funny and then prairie chickens would fly from in front of him. I loaded my shotgun with birdshot, and was able, by watching Woof, to shoot three or four birds in a day. He motioned Art forward and said, "Art, I need you to have The Vice President come to the Oval office, please. After that, we'll need about thirty minutes undisturbed, thank you." Yes, Mr. President and thank you, Sir," Art replied as he watched the firm stride of his boss headed for his office. Flipping open his cell, Art made the call and ten minutes later there was a knock on the Oval office door."Come on in Al," The President called out. "Have a seat, because we've got things to discuss and.