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“Once again…great job.” He shook amateur my hand again and we went our separate ways. Lucy and I had reserved a small suite because we wanted to have a little room to relax. I had set up Max’s bowls in the small bar area knowing that neither Lucy nor I was going to drink anything other than water or soda. We cleaned up then went back downstairs to a reception that was being held by one of the major vest manufacturers. We took Max with us, of course, and had no problem getting him into the room with us. We met Paul and Steven Johnson, the Bascomb’s County Sheriff. My impressions from our prior meetings were that he was an masturbation efficient lawman, but a bit too political for my tastes. None the less, we had a cordial meeting talking with them and a few others who knew either Paul or Steven. We left early—before eleven—to return to our room for a much needed rest. But first, we did the same thing we always did—we made the most incredible love with lots of touching and kissing and foreplay that got us so hot for each other that we were almost on fire. Lucy pulled me into her, surprising me with her strength. Once I was deeply seated she held me in place with her legs around my back. “Afraid I’m going to run away,” I asked teasingly. “Oh no; you’re not going anywhere except in and out of my puss. It’s the best exercise I’ve ever done…believe me!” I did. It was my favorite, by far. I gave Lucy two screaming orgasms by the time I finally came, drowning orgasm her pussy by the time I was done. Lucy lay beneath me with an angelic smile on her face when I kissed her and backed away. Her eyes opened suddenly as if in shock. “I’ll be back. I have to take Max out.” I climbed into a pair of shorts and sandals then I grabbed one of the plastic bags I’d brought and my garden trowel, just in case. Fifteen minutes later I climbed into bed as Lucy squirmed into my body before kissing me and falling sound asleep seconds later. I lay on my back for several minutes reflecting on my life and how it had changed since I lost my way just a few months ago. The rest of the conference was pretty much what I expected. There were lectures on new scientific techniques and panel discussions on common problems like getting sufficient funding for equipment. I did appreciate one pussy session on federal grants since that was something totally new for me. Mostly, I enjoyed the vendors’ booths and displays. I went through them with Paul while Lucy spent time in the expensive shops with Max. Only once had a clerk objected to his presence by grabbing Lucy’s arm, something I doubted she would ever do to a customer again. Lucy told me that Max growled and bared his teeth, but held back from anything more at Lucy’s command. Paul and I were wandering aimlessly when we came across a shooting contest. He laughed as he told the vendor, “Just give him the prize now. He hit blonde a cherry tomato at eighty yards on the first try with his pistol.” I took the pistol grip and checked out the laser on one of the booth’s drapes. “It’s totally realistic,” the vendor told us. “Does the shot drop the way a bullet does,” I asked. “Um…no, but that’s the only difference. I can simulate shooting at any distance and I can make the target as big and as small as you’d like. It’s a great way to practice shooting.” “Put the targets at 100 yards and make them apples. He sat down on the foot of the bed and pulled me in front of him. “Holy fucking shit,” I panted. SHIT! Tease her. I rightfully assumed that over time they all would more or less be on the same page but that wasn’t the case at the moment, which was apparent by the shocked look on a few faces. Just a little tan. Jody continued glaring at me as we stood in the middle of the quad. Leah, my press secretary, blonde came up. 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