.." she angled her head to look at me, "you wanted to try cumming as a male again. Best of both worlds!"Steph-in-Marie spoke up again as I pushed more...of my cock into her warm, wet depths: "Unhh...but I...we...don't like guys! How am I going to...unnh...get off?"Oh, of course! I realized...Steph was a lesbian! No wonder she didn't want to see me naked. Despite the violation of my body and mind, my ego was a bit restored by this news. Silly what thoughts you'll grab on to in order to keep from. I glanced over and saw Eric Draper, the Chief White House Photographer, taking a picture. Most of the time you forget these guys are around. They keep their mouths shut and are constantly taking pictures, and they flit in and out of surprisingly sensitive meetings. He must have snuck in behind the girls, and now he got several shots of Stormy sitting on the couch between me and the Secretary of the Treasury. I gave him a droll look and he smiled and took off.I never really thought about it.. It helped a lot.”“Did you keep a copy of the letter? Do you think that I could I see it?”“I do have a copy. I guess I could send you a copy. It’s pretty depressing, though.”“I’d like to see it. Maybe I’ll do something like that.”I felt her small hand touch mine, and she slipped it around and held my hand as we walked. A flood of emotion washed over me from that contact and Stephanie’s warning, relayed through Mary, rang in my ears. I struggled to contain my feelings as we walked, but I didn’t. Thank you. When I am sleepy it is hard for me to stay awake while driving,” I said.Once again I could not get the seatbelt to let go. Being tired sure didn’t help. Rick came around to my side and leaned in and fiddled with it. It took a couple of minutes but he was able to get it to release. He was leaning across me to get access to the seatbelt. When it finally let go his face was within inches of mine. He put his lips to mine and kissed me. WOW! I was not expecting that. I put my arms around.