"You didn't answer my question yet. Can I see you squirt your jism? Can I hold it when you climax?" God, Yes! Mom, of course, all you have to is - y...es! LIKE THAT!" I usually don't have a hair trigger, but this was morning and I had a load of hormones. Mom got a load of cream on her tits. She laughed a trill of joy, for the orgasm of her boy. "Sorry . . .” I tried to wipe the goo off her pulchritude."Never mind,” she murmured, "Momma's got better use for it." She scooped it up on her. It is Tompkins here, at the front office. There are two gentlemen from the FBI here, asking about some lady named Ruth Proctor, who is not listed in our staff data file. They insist on speaking to an officer, though I explained that the chances of any more information was not strong. Will you come and speak with them, sir?"A few minutes later, an immaculately-clad officer clattered down the stairs from another floor, turning a pen in his fingers, over and over; and marched over to the group of. .. then five or ten years later they start-" But-" Did you catch your old man fooling around? Is that what this is all about Will? Its normal... they all do it." But surely your mom doesn't?" I pled."She's screwing Dr. Jacobs?" The dentist?" I asked incredulously."She's getting drilled twice a week is my sweet mom," she said with a laugh, then put her hand in my lap and asked, "Do you want to use your big drill on poor little Susie Dr. Miller?"I did use my 'big drill' on Susie during the. Members of the Institute have been at the core of our country's economic growth. The projects that they have initiated and led around the world (the Glasgow-Belfast tunnel for the Great Northern Railway, the Telectroscope[1] installation between London and Hong Kong and the Madurai to Colombo causeway linking the island of Ceylon to the Indian sub-continent spring to mind at once) have shown the quality of their work.The Institute's president, Sir Bristow Merriweather, had been knighted for his.