As Yvette’s Mom led-dragged Yvette to her bedroom, Yvette’s arm dangled and bounced, despite the firm hold of it, eventually landing it’s on a f...rm, meaty mound that Yvette’s fingers started to massage adding “Nice moms, no wonder dad wants so much private time with you.” before tweaking her Mom’s slightly protruding nipple, “Kind’a feels like Josie’s”.Yvette’s Mom yanked away the offending hand and stared at her daughter in shock. ‘How could Yvette make a comment like that? Who was Josie?’ and. Their inhibitions dropped sufficiently for it not to seem at all surprising for Sharon to be kissing a woman while Tracey wiggled her fingers inside Sharon’s cunt whilst sucking the prick of a young boy they’d just met. When they weren’t having sex, they would be drinking or dancing, but even there sex seemed not too far away. The dance floors were scattered with couples and groups people fucking on the ground while others, mostly residents from Throb, would dance around them and hardly be. The sun was shining brightly. The GPS also told me it couldn't find a positioning satellite. Since it could normally pick up several of them, I figured it must have been zapped too."Well, guys, whatever the time, I think we should get up and get some breakfast," I said.Sam and Cassie both groaned, but crawled out of the sleeping bag. "Come on, guys, shake a tail feather," I said as I pulled on my pants.Cassie wiggled her cute butt at me and said, "I don't have any feathers on my tail, Ed."Sam. I folded the note, put it in the inside pocket of my blazer, and said to Jason, "Please call the White House and let the appropriate person know I will be there for the cabinet meeting. Then make whatever arrangements needed to defeat Washington traffic and be at the White House by ten."Jason smiled, and I realized my mistake. "Mr. Vice President. Sir, you are no longer a regular guy. When you need to go to the White House, or pretty much anywhere else, we'll get you a bird and fly you there..