Vice President. “Sir. My name is Corbin Wilder, and I will be leading your Secret Service team. I have been advised that we are to transport you to ...our offices as quickly and quietly as possible, to avoid stirring up the press before they need to be stirred up. If you will follow me, Sir, we will have you out of here and in the Executive Office building in no time.”He was a man of his word. We were smuggled out a back entrance, and the Chrysler waiting for us smoothly glided away from the curb. Ignoring his response, I leaned back against the door shifting my legs offering him a view of my pussy with one leg behind the drivers seat and the other across his lap under the steering wheel. Again he begged me to play with myself. He wanted to watch. His focus clearly not fully on the road but instead was on my womanly prowess that eluded him.The traffic was crawling due to the construction zone, cone after cone my anxiousness for Charlie to fuck me just grew deeper and harder driving me to. I was a ref. I was expected to have higher morals and a higher level of integrity.But I was staring at this young high school girl wearing a white bra, peach colored panties, soft looking hips, firm thighs, and weighing no more than about 120 pounds. God. This was just wrong.But I wanted so much more than I knew I should have.Amanda stared up into my eyes.She walked up towards me.And she leaned up looking at me."Are you okay?" she finally said.And without a word, I leaned down, put my hand. We had gotten two hotels rooms near the beach. Two hotel rooms? All I could think about was having sex with my grandmother again but how would I convince my family to let me share a room with my grandmother with out being suspicious. My grandmother is beautiful and really sexy but she's my grandmother and I'm suppose to not want to share a room with her you know? But I can't stop thinking about her, her body, and the way I fucked her three times now. I know its wrong and there is something.