I raise your skirt above your hips, baring your beautiful ass to the night air, then drop to my knees and start kissing and gently biting your ass. I...spread the cheeks and my tongue probes and licks. I lick your ass, lick your pussy, finding your clit with my tongue and playing with it. I feel you quiver and love your moans. I probe deep with my tongue as my thumb rubs your clit. I ease a finger into your ass and slowly, gently stroke in and out with that finger. I continue to play with. That was welcome relief for thousands of families struggling to make it day to day, all across America.CIA had nothing pending, and NSA had nothing, literally.In the first four years as President, it was like I never really got into a rhythm. Things kept happening, and I kept dealing with them, without any down time to reflect, examine, investigate, or review. The world conspired to keep me moving every day, all the time.After the ill-fated ISIS conflict in Texas, I took some time to seriously. Rob, however, seemed to be getting what he wanted while Gwen ached for more.As a result she had begun to wonder if this was all life had to offer.Gwendolyn Morrow was thirty-seven, wife and mother of Daniel, their seventeen year old son. Everyone called her Gwen which somehow seemed more apt for a woman who stood only 4’9”. She was pretty, if not gorgeous, a pleasant face, short black hair, dark complexion and deep green eyes. Although short in stature her body was perhaps her best feature with. Remember this is our secret, ok? Ok, I won't tell and thanks for everything. Sam spent a lot of time at my place after that. We fooled around some, but not a lot. Sam was about to turn 13 when I noticed a lowering of his voice. We were sitting on the couch watching tv one evening when I ask him if everything was all right. Sure, he answered as looked at me as if wondering the purpose of my question. Look Sam, we're buds and share everything. I know your body is changing. Just want to know if.