"I think you are overdressed." I said just over a whisper. "I think you were going to teach me about flexibility and cardio. I want to eat you."I coul... feel her shiver as I said the words. I grasped the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up. She lifted her arms allowing me to take it off. She had fantastic C cup breasts with nickel sized areolas and small nipples that pointed up on her. My hands reached under her breasts and cupped them both. I leaned down sucking each nipple in turn, leaving. Woodrow Wilson learned politics at the University of Virginia, not in Washington.The lone woman in the cluster lagged behind and caught my eye. I figured I could loosen up enough to talk to her. I glanced at my watch and held up five fingers. She nodded and followed the crowd out. When she returned, I told her I was not giving an interview. Instead, I would return a favor by giving her contacts.Starting with my hometown political reporter, Frank Costello, I covered how I came to be standing. "Good to know, Keisha. Wow, you have perfectly sized tits." "And if you get me pregnant, they'll just get bigger, but are you sure they'll still be unflawed by then?" "Yes, I'm sure, Keisha, and crap, you have extra soft hands, do you douse them in lotion?" "No, I was just born lucky, that's all. Is it fair to say that you want to feel my bosoms a lot more in the future?" "Yes, I swear." "I'll be sure to give you a lot more one on one time too. I won't impose on you two too much anyway. I'm. As I move closer behind you, one of your hands reaches behind and grabs my ass, pulling me close to you. My cock is rock hard by now, and as I press up against you I feel it pressing between the pert cheeks of your bottom. My mouth comes down on the back of your neck and I begin to nuzzle you. You are becoming more turned on, and writhe around as I do this, your hips and buttocks rotating and grinding into my groin. My hands feel their way over your bare stomach, caressing the soft skin,.