Perhaps this was my “mid life crisis”, but it surely didn’t feel like a crisis, in fact the only crisis was fulfilling my desires. Driving down ...he highway on that lovely day, with the sunroof open and my honey blonde hair blowing and swirling about, enjoying the jazz music playing loud and smooth, I was feeling very much like a woman. I had worn a slightly sexy lavender dress that day, my makeup was just right. It was just one of those everything is great days! I had worn my hair pulled into a. Ari’s humanizing efforts could only go so far, however. I refused to do talk shows or meet with pundits and commentators. Since when did the Presidency become daytime talk TV? I told Ari and Frank and Mindy that it was about time somebody reminded people that this was an august institution and not reality television. It was bad enough when Bill Clinton had played saxophone on Arsenio Hall and had been asked boxers versus briefs. That was just the start! Over the years Presidents had gone on. She ran her fingers through my hair."My money," she whispered softly and then moaned as my mouth met her cock.I let her cock fill up my mouth and I sucked hard, the way I liked it. She was arching backward and making noises that must have carried through the walls and down the beach. I licked the soft head and sucked on the skin between her dick and her nutsack. She didn't come but pushed me off."Do me. Can you do me like a woman?" she said.I breathed in deeply. I could do her like a woman. I. "My god mam, what are you doing?" Shut up dear! The two of you are going to do exactly what I tell you orI may have to call the school to let them know you skipped classes todayto buy dresses. I'm sure they would just love to see you wearing pantiesand nylons!" No mam, please don't do that!" Ok then, on your feet and follow me." Once again we followed the womanand she led us to a tiled floor with a shower. "Ok girls, get your nylonsand panties off and step into the shower. Here, stuff your hair.