. want, and, and I’m a little embarrassed to have you see me do that with Dakota.”“I don’t mind, if you want to watch us,” Dakota said, movi...ng to the bed. “Come on Sharley, we can start and then Jack can join us, it’ll be fun.”Gently pushing Sharley toward the bed, “Go ahead,” Jack said. “It’ll be fun for all of us, and when I’m ready, I’ll join in and give you some of this,” holding his erect cock in his hand.Dakota was on the bed, lying on her back, one leg, the nearest, raised. As Jack moved. I'llrub my hands over their bodies, kiss them if they'll let me, then sink tomy knees in front of Bob or Bert or Harry or whatver made-up name they'vegiven me. This first time I was in here I was so excited I thought I was going topass out as my pretty painted fingernails pulled down the zipper on hissuit trousers. I yanked his pants down, my heart beating wildly, andsniffed his crotch eagerly. Then tugging, pulling, and his cock spranginto my mouth like this was the best place in the world for. "I don't know you, and I don't want to know you. I solve problems for the Senator, and I have to decide whether or not you're a problem. Getting cute with me isn't going to make this any easier. What do you want with the Senator's wife?"I heard the doorknob rattle again while he spoke.The better part of valor is discretion. Shakespeare had Falstaff say that in one of his plays, and anybody who has a beer named after him has my confidence. I decided to play dead, like Falstaff."Nothing. She. He was almost thirty, and so I guess he’d always been a bit like a father-figure to me.I was so glad when I got home. No job, no school, no obligations. It was like an endless summer holiday - I could do whatever I wanted!I spent most of my time on my phone, seeing what everyone was up to on Facebook. I got a bunch more followers on Instagram (mostly guys) when I started posting more selfies - some of them were pretty cute, so I started following them back.Without any reason to leave the house,.