We both took a few seconds before getting onto the trampoline to catch our breaths. I unzipped the net and we climbed in. We both started jumping, get...ing higher and higher with each leap. We continued jumping for another ten minutes before we lied down and started talking. How are the guys treating you? I asked. Most of them are nice, some even a bit flirty. She responded. No surprise there I thought. I broke up with my boyfriend last week she said. Sorry to hear that I said. Oh dont worry. Strangely, I still had a semi-erect cock. I went to the kitchen and ‘accidentally’ (purposely) touched my hands on my bhabhi’s ass with my cock touching her ass hole. Then I said sorry. I was afraid of her response. But she said it is okay and she had this mischievous smile that only meant to me as, (why wait, just rip my saree and fuck me!).But I had to wait for my chances. The whole day she was smiling and enjoying my company and wanted me to touch her at those curves and places. I knew that. .. " The bitch was a virgin when I married her and she damn sure "Blah, blah... " still acts like one. The fucking prude! "Blah, blah... " Why can't she be more of a whore in bed? "Blah, blah... " Sylvia! Why don't you just shut the fuck up and go away? OK?" Geez!Then, to Jack Stewart's utter astonishment, she did just that! She shut up and disappeared, right there and right before his eyes. Poof! Gone!His fresh drink, a strong gin and tonic, fell out of his hand and hit the carpet with a thud. !" "...a goddamned imbecile is what you are! Get out! You're finished..!"Finally, the door to the Oval Office opened, and out ran an aide - an ex-aide by the look of it - sniffling and red in the face, clearly holding back tears.Senator Cruz heard some laughter coming from his left. There sat President Trump's personal secretary, a young, beautiful woman who couldn't have been more than twenty. She was smiling widely and recrossing her legs from behind her desk. She clearly enjoyed watching the.