She was fifty-two years old. She had kept the country safe through all kinds of threats, both publicly disclosed and undisclosed, for over three years...Today, Ms. Peterson was enjoying the long weekend at her Northern Virginia home, with family. She'd just make a short trip into the internet to check her mail, before brunch. There were thirty-seven routine messages, which could wait until tomorrow. There was one that would not wait, it immediately caught her attention:To: S.PetersonFrom: Flash. They landed warm and sticky wet on her nose, her cheeks, her forehead and her chin. She had never seen a facial before -- she had never even properly seen a male orgasm. Her only experience of them were of Mike finishing in her bottom last night and this morning, and Dan cumming on her booty shorts, which he'd quickly wiped leaving only stains.She was too taken aback to move out of the way, and part of her (she realised later) actually slightly enjoyed the experience. It was funny and silly in. By the way that reminds me, the strange woman who was here said to be careful with the Port-a-potties and the entrances into the house because Mike has booby trapped them. Soon some trailers should arrive which we can stay in for the night: One is also a mobile kitchen stocked with food but we will need someone to cook the food."Mabel walks up and offers, "Don't worry I will cook you a meal you won't believe. After eating those nasty military rations it will be great to finally whip up some. ."She looked up into his face and ran her fingers over his chest and down his belly. Neither seemed to want to stop touching the other. Béla didn't quite understand it, but she was very pleased that she'd found this guy, and not just because he'd shot her.A little later, as she sat impaled on top of him again, she asked, with a sly grin on her face, "Do you have any more bullets?" What? No!" Jake replied, astounded that she would even ask for a repeat performance so soon after the last one.She.