I would not have cared who was there in the room at that time as the feeling of his hot cum pumping to my womb was making me cum again. I was really b...ing fucked better than I had even been before, I had never had anything this good in me as my pussy convulsed again as he finished shooting his cum to me. We quickly finished and wiped up as I told him he needed to leave before my son got home from school, him not knowing that my son had already caught his mother being fucked.After he went back. As I turned on the faucet I heard one of the bedroom doors open and a few seconds later my wife was at my side next to the sink. My wife mumbled something incoherently and I realized she was still half asleep. She was totally unaware her mother was seated fifteen feet away from us when she reached down into my sweats and took hold of my cock. In a voice, loud enough for her mother to hear she asked me to come to bed and fuck her. She thought we were alone in our own home. As we turned away from. Ford was soon to become president, and his successor, Nelson Rockefeller already owned a home in DC. He had no desire to move, so only used the residence for entertaining foreign guests, and dignitaries. The first Vice Presidential resident was Walter Mondale, who moved in after being sworn in in January seventy-seven.We arrived late and had had a full day. It was well after midnight when our staff let us sneak away to bed in a magnificent second floor master suite that reeked of one-hundred. "Sophia ran back to the dorm, wrote the letter, and dropped it in Warren's box... Warren bounded back from class, and checked his mail. Not much, except a letter from Sophia. A letter? She's not usually much of a letter writer. He walked into his room, and opened the letter.He read,My dearest Warren,I am sorry, but I think we have reached the end. There is someone else. I will always treasure what we had together, but it seems to have run its course. I have been worried about us for some time..