I walked over to her and told her to take off her bra. She unfastened it and let it drop. It was amazing to see her tits again, but I wanted to see mo...e, almost believing that at any second our friend would just say stop. I put my hands at her waist and pulled her panties down to her ankles, and she stepped out of them. She was trimmed in a nice racing stripe, and I could see her cleft, but it wasn’t enough. I quickly maneuvered her to the bed and told her to lie down. The amazing thing about. I went to sleep that night wearing Bambi’s red thong. Life was certainly good.* * *“Hello, Vincent.”“Yes.”“It is Auntie. How are you?”“Oh, I’m fine. How is everything over there?”“Just great. Say I was talking to Bambi yesterday and she said that you did a marvelous job on the yard.”“Well, thank her for me.”“I think that you can thank her yourself.”“How?”“I want you to come over Friday at eleven o’clock. Can you make it?”“Well, I think I can. I don’t have any classes on Friday, so I guess I can. That afternoon the headlines in the bulldog editions of newspapers all across the country screamed with the headlines that the First Lady had been k**napped from a moving elevator right under the noses of the Secret Service. The citizenry was stunned, who would do such a dastardly thing, after all, Jennifer Boyle was beloved by just about everyone, and while her husband, Kensington Holton Boyle had his enemies, what president didn't, never in the history of the republic had anyone tried using. I said please do enjoy your private life as well along with all your knowledge as this time will not come again and requested her not call me at nights as she may get the calls from her would be. After that she had not called me at night for 20 days and then started calling me at nights as usual. Some times she gets calls from him and in front me without hesitation she used to kiss him and say I love you etc. I saidPlease do enjoy your private life yourself and do not do this, then she asked.