It was my turn to step up.“I think the governor’s staff would welcome any help you can give. I’ll confirm with them and you can get in contact t...o work out the details.”“What are you doing?” I asked.“Betty Higgins and I are doing the women’s luncheon circuit.”I would much rather go to a campus rally than have lunches with women’s groups.When I got off the phone with my grandma, I called Brook’s dad. I didn’t want to give her a chance to turn me down. I called the house phone.“Hey, David, what’s. " I feel the same way," Meredith asked. "But what if that changes?" If I thought it was going to change, I wouldn't have asked you to marry me," he answered with a shrug. "We both know we can't predict the future. I actually worry more about you changing your mind about things than me." I haven't changed my mind since the first day we met!" Meredith said firmly."Yeah," Brock agreed hesitantly, "but that was a fantasy you had. This is reality." And it's better than the fantasy," Meredith cut in.. I could practically hear her moaning, begging me to continue. I would do it ‘till she came, then stick my dick in and fill her up. As I reached this point in my fantasy, I could feel the familiar tightening in my balls.“Oh shit!” I yelled as I climaxed. I closed my eyes in pleasure as my cum filled her panties. When I was finished, I took the cum soaked panties and thought about what to do with them. I couldn’t take them home, because my parents might find them, even if I hid it in my room. I. He gasped every so often. Once at a stop light, we were stopped next to a truck turning left into parking lot. A truck was next to us, the trucker looking in. I was humiliated but not really caring it excited me more then anything, my ass showing, my pussy showing, strangers watching me. The trucker blew his horn. I just thought, “Oh fuck it”. I was so tired from last night, exhausted. My ass hurt, my ass hole hurt. I looked like a cheap whore; I was sucking off a cabbie, who’s cum was going to.