“Mmm!” she moaned. “You like that?” he asked. “Mmhmm!” she moaned. “Really? I couldn’t tell.” And at that she laughed with her mouth...full and giggled like a gay school boy. Leila pulled her mouth off his cock, smiled and told him, as if he needed any more reassuring, “You won’t regret keeping me. I promise.” He read her grateful desperate tone right. He had a keeper. He’d find a way to paper over her fuck-ups. And who knows? Maybe once she had him to fuck, her work would improve. He took her. Bobby leans his face over mine, cupping my cheek, as I watch his eyes seek out my mouth. In an instant, his lips press against mine at the same moment I feel lips graze my tummy. Someone unclasps my bra and brushes it to the side. Lips on my tummy kiss their way upward to claim my breasts while a tongue pushes its way inside my mouth. Kissing and tasting my mouth. Licking and sucking my nipples. Oh my goodness. Pleasure does not see color and makes itself known in black or white. Why can't they. Tim and Candie had taken them to dinner one night and they all had gotten well lubricated with booze. During the evening, Tim had asked Lynn if she liked to dance, which she did indeed. Consequently, they went dancing at several places around town for a couple of hours. Sid said, "When we got back to the Saunders' home, we sat in their living room, Lynn with the Tim and Candie with me. The lights were low and after chatting briefly, I saw Tim kissing Lynn's neck and caressing her body with. I would have enjoyed seeing him again.The trip took almost an hour, and we were setting down on the Camp David Helipad. My Marine escorts led me to Birch Lodge where dignitaries usually stayed. Though after the attacks that killed Charles Thornton and his family, Camp David was closed to guests during my time as President.Left by myself, I wandered the lodge, made a cozy fire, and settled down to wait for Constance to be delivered with my clothes. There was nothing of substance on TV, and I.