"He's done the job." She heard her father mumble. As he turned away the bull mounted the heifer again. Norma felt all wet and sticky between her thigh...s. As she was out of her father's sight, she pulled her dress up and pushed her hand inside her panties and touched the moist lips of her fanny. She rubbed the tip of her finger up and down her wet slit. As she was fingering her slit she was wondering what the heifer had felt like when the bull had shoved his cock into her. She was also wondering. I had sucked a fuckin' COCK! what the fuck was WRONG with me??When I got home I couldn't stop thinking about what I had done; I was a queer - a faggot. I was so disgusted with myself. But then I found myself in bed, my laptop showing porn - a sexy white girl taking care of a hot black man - and I had a hard on again. I jerked off for about 15 minutes and I realized that I was going back to the adult arcade. I hurriedly dressed and within a half hour, I found myself naked in the same booth, this. . oh God, how could we have not considered that?”“What is going on?” thundered Senator Madison.“Your pet psychiatrist can fill in the details for you later,” I replied forcefully. “But what it means is that you screwed up. ... And if you attempt to repeat this fiasco, I will make sure that the entire world knows exactly how– and how badly– you messed this up.”“But this was successful!” the Senator nearly screamed.“Was it, Doctor Winkerson?” I asked.He didn’t respond, but instead just looked at. He was eager for me and the timidness of myuncertainty vanished in the wetness of his desire. How warm, wet, sweet washis saliva. I drank the liquor of his mouth with abandon.My hand played around his hip until I felt his hand directing me to his softwarm buttock. He lifted the cheek to give me better access and my handfondled the warm, firm, and soft flesh of his bottom. He moaned and kissedme more passionately. My hard-on was no secret. It pressed achingly againsthis leg. His hips were.