Without thinking Dylan's hand crept under Heather's skirt and began slowly stroking her inner thighs. She wiggled in his lap, adjusting her position s... that Dylan's fingers touched her a little higher up. His thumb rubbed the soft fabric covering her pussy. Heather clenched her buttocks, pushing herself up and against Dylan's fingers. She could feel Dylan's cock stiffening underneath her, he could feel some dampness seeping through the cotton panties. ----- The door to the 4 th floor was. Yes, he was the President of the United States, probably the most powerful man in the world. And yes, he was 58 years old – but he wasn't dead. His second wife was ten years younger than he and she was very much still a looker – still exciting to him. There was a good half hour before he needed to get ready to receive the Mexican President for their state dinner, and he wasn't going to waste a minute on something more Presidential than running his hands over Shelly's wet and wild fun park.He. " I see," Jack said thoughtfully. "Tell me, what was the physical condition of the parties in this court? How did their appearance then compare to their appearance today?" Well, Miss Jennings looks like she's gained a little weight," Judkins replied, "and the other three look like they have lost some." So Miss Jennings was thinner at her court-martial four years ago," Jack continued. "How much thinner?" Oh, a lot," Judkins replied with some enthusiasm. "Actually, you see, she caused us a. . whatever you say...” she replied huskily, clearing her throat, and looking into my eyes intently.“Why don’t you take off your sari, aunty ... it’s too hot ... you take it off and you’ll be more comfortable.” I said to her slowly.Hearing these words, she smiled slowly, almost as if with relief, and replied “Ok beta, whatever you say.”Getting up from the bed, she proceeded to remove her sari from her shoulders, and began to pull it off her body. As the pale yellow sari came off, I was greeted.