His was clearly the first glass to be slammed onto the table despite my pleading eyes in the face of his laughter. “Come on then, fess up! Favourite...position, please. And don’t just blurt it out, describe it properly, and tell me why you like it.” Closing my eyes, not so much for the performance but rather the fact that I simply felt to awkward talking about sex with him, I took a breath and thought about it. How had it come to this, to be deliberately missing work, getting d***k and talking. I gave her a few minutes then started picking up the pace and raised my leg up to change the position of my thrusts which always hits her spot, she immediately raised her head up while grabbing the sheets and looked over her shoulder at me with lustful eyes. I then felt her thrusting back to meet my thrusts when I heard her moan while trembling and melted under me, I could feel her orgasm on my dick. I thought we were done and she would just lick me or jerk me off but I was wrong.She turned. "Do you like the Palace? Did you see any of the Royal Family downstairs? Would you like to go sightseeing after you rest a little while? If you don't sleep too long, you won't suffer with jet lag for days and days. Try to force yourself to get back up after an hour, or two..."She was happy to be traveling and out of the White House. I couldn't tell if she hated DC, or just hated being cooped up, so I asked. "Did sticking around while I was sick drive you crazy? I'm sorry if I ruined your. My mind flashed back to the night before...Joaquin and I, my first time, in my parents bed! It sounded crazy, but I knew it was true, and certainly something I would never forget.The whole day at work I couldn't get my mind off Joaquin. Would it be awkward when I got home? I hoped it wouldn't be. I definitely wouldn't mind having another similar experience with him, and we still had almost two days with just the house to ourselves. Of course we couldn't let our family know about the feelings.