And like on Basic Instinct, the President wasn't wearing any panties. I could see her vag clearly, all wrinkled but shaved smooth and pink. I turned a...ay, blushing. "You okay?" The President asked."Yes, it's just that..." how do you tell the most powerful person in the world her privates are showing and she should cover up? And what happens if she asked why I was even looking in the first place, though it was hard to look at her without seeing her vagina."Are you shy?" She inquired, now rubbing. After that date, it’s like she went missing for a few days, but I got a call from her mother who told me Audrey had been deathly ill in bed and they had been so worried about her they had forgotten to call me. They has a close call she said, she actually thought Audrey was dead but then she revived on her own before the paramedics arrived. No one could figure out what was wrong with her, but they thought it was viral. Audrey recovered but didn’t come back to work for about a month. She came in. Sort of running somewhat chronologically. In many of these instances drugs and alcohol were involved:When we first watched porn together she would comment on how big the cocks on the screen were all the time, saying things like 'look at the size of that one' all the while holding my cock. It was really humiliating because she was so shocked by the size so obviously thought they were a lot bigger than me.She once early on very seriously asked me whether I felt much having sex with her when she. We were watching Braveheart. I can honestly say, however, that I do not remember much of the movie! A few minutes into it, while the lights were down, and the TV was what lit the room, she snuggled up to me. I put my arm around her shoulder and we continued watching, but not for long. I turned to her and brushed her cheek with the back of my hand. She and I leaned toward each other and locked lips in a hot, passionate kiss. We turned our full bodies to each other and wrapped our arms.