She laid on her back with her head in his lap and he played with her tits pulling and squeezing each nipple and cupping the heavy melons. She loved to...feel him rubbing and pulling on her tits and even liked the rough abuse. She usually stayed naked all evening and as she cooked dinner he would come behind her and grab a tit with one hand and finger fuck her cunt with the other. Some times he would fuck her ass as she cooked and he squeezed on her tits. He had a big sexual appetite. She also. "The Secret Service just found the first family, but not the President. Diane, Shirley, and Casey died in the blasts. Their bodies are on the way to Bethesda Naval Hospital for autopsy."I am sorry, Sir. We are all aware of how close you were to the first family."He looked ready to break down, so I pointed to the other recliner chair in my private suite aboard Air Force Two - Now Air Force One - at least until Charles was found and back in charge.Oh my, god. Diane, Shirley and my little darling,. To cover with love bites. To bruise my pallid alabaster skin; to leave it glowing purple from the persistent and blessedly abusive touch of her gorgeous mouth.I raise my hips; push them upwards, arse cheeks rising off the bed as my twin hands and multiple digits grapple with the confused and confusing collection of unresponsive flesh between my wide-flung thighs. There are two fingers buried in the depths of my pussy; slamming into me repeatedly, pushing down between my dry, swollen pussy. Before Parkinson could ask, V-P said. "Mister Desmond was awarded the Military Medal for his Falklands service, My Lord. The documentation is here if required."Parkinson waved a hand. "I don't doubt it, Mister Avery-Preece." He turned to me and said in a quiet, sad, voice, "Were you a member of the Third Battalion of the Parachute Regiment? My son was serving in the battalion when he was killed on Mount Longdon."I felt immensely sorry for the old man, still grieving for a son killed on a barren.