Janice's House

Fucking Janice was intense. I was getting sick of the Reeves, so I took a mach plane (also intense) to fly with Megan to Janice's Oregon retreat within an hour. She sure knew how to suck a dick now, much better than the first time. At the time, I thought it was the most amazing thing - it was my first blowjob afterall. How naive I was.

I was enjoying another afterglow with my two naked ladies, Megan having fallen asleep and Janice just cuddling with her, when I decided to get up for a piss. And also to snoop around.

I was still pretty much an 18-year-old in a 39-year-old's body (that looked even worse in some aspects), so I had no legal acumen to go over these papers. Especially since I missed out on the entire field of EDP-centric law. So I'll let Janice deal with that.

I finished urinating in a pretty standard toilet, to my dissatisfaction. Janice was pretty antiquated. Her pictures were actual pictures. There weren't digital GIFs or walls of black cardboard to be found. She had diplomas from UCLA, Stanford, and even Oxford on the wall. I smiled at her success.

The photos showed her across the world: An African village, some Russian town, at a Congressional hearing. Usually fucking a teenage boy under the heading "EDP Studies".

I looked at a family photo. There was Janice, her husband (!), and a collection of nine diverse children ranging from twenty to infancy. Janice had awoken and hugged me from behind, her hand reaching down toward my cock.

"You're married?" I asked, something I should've assumed. "Yeah, Geoff's a great guy and all. He helps raise the kids that come with studying EDPs. He took most of them to a hotel so we could fuck." I wasn't sure how I felt about Janice fucking other teenage boys. "Did you ever visit me in my coma?"

"I couple times, but I was usually pregnant though. I prefer a live fuck," she teased, before shashaying away. The retreat put my childhood home to shame, but was nothing compared to the Reeves Manor.

We went to the kitchen where Janice poured two glasses of whisky. "I think you can legally drink now," she joked as she took back a sip. We fondly recalled my third night when I took her to a biker bar at 2 AM and fucked her on a pool table. She was very scared. The bartender gave her whisky to calm her down, and also to help with the fucking somehow. We weren't old enough, but I was an EDP and anything goes.

At least back then. I frowned thinking of these recent events. Janice put her hand on mine. "Our daughter Robin works at the Stanley Mosk Courthouse in downtown LA. She can meet us there and discuss the case. EDPs are so rare and almost never prosecuted. It would surely be a test case."

Serendipity had struck again, and I had progeny everywhere it seems. I embraced Janice once more, the smell of liquor on her breath, and we determined to travel to Mosk and consult with Robin."