Stephanie picked it up from there. '... And the President is well pleased with his service, so don't give it a second thought.'The mental laughter thi... time was long and hearty.Okay, okay, let me back it up a little. See, when Stephanie decided to make her run for the White House, it was clear that as a single woman, she wouldn't stand a chance, but there was no suitable husband material in the picture. She had been so preoccupied with her political ambitions, and immersed so deeply in her link. Slightly red in the face.One of the men offered her a drink and pulled out a flask.Jo readily accepted.He poured the drink into a small plastic cup and handed it across. As he leant over to hand to the drink, the train took a violent swerve across a set of points.The drink spilled all down her blouse.The material was virtually transparent. Jo’s sheer white bra clearly visible beneath the soaking blouse. Her fantastic tits were virtually on show.But the age of chivalry is not dead.Two men leap. Damn, that bullet crease hurt when I bent over!I was able to get within 75 yards of the shooter before the arroyo took a sharp bend in the wrong direction, so I was forced to stop. Luckily, there was a clump of brush between me and the shooter, so I was able to crawl out of the arroyo and toward him while being hidden by the brush.I was now off to one side of the shooter and about 65 yards away—plenty close enough for a good shot. I carefully peeked through the brush and there he was! I lined. He quickly tilted his fingers, collecting hot shower water in the palm of his hand and letting it funnel into my ass. It soothed the pain of the un-lubed stretch a little. I still had no idea what my boyfriend was doing, but a nagging suspicion was starting to make its way into my brain.I was just starting to relax a bit, both mentally and physically when Mike began to thrust with the fingers that were buried deep in my ass. This time there wasn't a sharp burning pain, but rather a deep.