“Too bad! You don’t get one.”“Why not?” he protests, looking hurt.“Because it will be weird! You’re naked.”“So what? It's nothing yo... haven't seen before," he grins at my prudishness and swipes at my robe, managing to grab it and pull it off before I can react. "Anyways, now you are too.”I snatch up a dishtowel and attempt to cover myself, “Hey! That just makes it more weird!”He laughs again, “What’s wrong? It’s just skin.”He makes a grab for me and I squeal, darting away from him and fleeing. Ann wondered if she would ever be warm again, not just her body, but her soul? It seemed the stove was a reflection of her loneliness. Cold, hard, battling a loneliness of its own against the cold. She felt so tired and alone. How she wished to hear Jake’s laughter when he came in from his morning chores. But now there was no laughter. There was only the cold and the darkness of her spirit. Turning, Ann picked up her heavy coat and went out into the yard then around the house to the barn.. “I’m not going to have sex with your daughter! Nor with anyone else other than my wife.”“Now see here, Mr. Adams. I am the President of the United States. People do what I tell them to!”“You can’t tell me to cheat on my wife. I won’t do it!”Over the past twenty-five years, the office of President of the United States had become so ridiculed and impoverished that no one really did what POTUS said to. It had evolved into a largely ceremonial role, not terribly different than being Queen of. . I was getting pretty excited, but super nervous. But I was also getting really hard, so I reached down and slid my hand around my growing cock ... oh, that felt good. And as the action started to heat up on screen, Nick too off all his cloths and sat on the couch. I quick followed suit. And this point, we were watching each other stroke and it was amazing. I lost track of what was on screen, it was only Nick's cock I could focus on!After a couple more strokes, Nick said, I need your cock in.