However, as much as she hated fish, she loved her husband. She'd entertained passing thoughts of illicit summer affairs and hot, passionate sexual enc...unters while her husband blissfully floated his raft down the Russian River. She'd dreamed of chasing her own form of "spawning red." She sighed. It would never happen. Just about the time she had screwed up the courage to approach that deeply-tanned construction worker or that unbelievably sexy road crewman, fishing season was over, the salmon. Greepgobgle ... gonk ... the wonder of it all threw Sultry's mind out of gear and blew her clutch on reality.When Sultry reached the very end, there were no visible guards. She opened the door and she was in the Oval Office. A pale gold rug with blue florets on the floor with radiating stripes ... a kind of a pointer to the Resolution desk.The familiar face of the President of the United States of America was standing behind the desk. The ancient warrior face but there was that Andy grin that. My class schedule at the time was all afternoon classes, which meant I could sleep late and stay up late.It was one such school night when I was alone with Max in the basement watching the late show and my mind drifted into an erotic disposition. I had no intention of including Max in my activities but I decided to sequester myself in the adjoining room for a good, hard self-worship session. I removed my pants, rolled a pillow up on the floor, straddled it, and started into my grind. I was. Her soft, full lips teased my labia and clit to the point that, with a scream like a banshee, I came like a geyser, squirting my cum straight down her throat and all over her face.With a long, contented moan, I fell sideways off of her face. After a few moments, I reached down to between her legs and switched off the buzzing vibrator. She was finally able to relax her tensing muscles; which of course caused her arms to go slack, causing the toy to be pulled deeper into her. She groaned, her.