Her name isn't in any history books, or Google searches. She is essentially a nobody to history, yet everything to me. Cathryn awakens before me and w...nts to make love again. She is delightfully insatiable. She tells me her pussy aches from overuse, but she doesn't care. She wants me inside her again and rolls over on all fours, wiggling her ass at me. I spread her cheeks and quickly fill her with my needy cock. A hard fuck ensues, rocking her body forward with each thrust. It looks like her. “Relax Taylor, I only want you to feel loved again” his body stiffens as I put a hand to his chest, and he lies still. I nod and pat his head to praise his good behaviour, and then I remove my shirt, socks and pants and stand before him in my boxer-briefs. A defined outline sticks up in them and as I part Taylor’s legs he kicks me in the face sensing what I am about to do. I recoil like a snake and fuming I cast a flat palm across Taylor’s face. He gives a muffled cry and I cast it back over. “Sure.” I wrapped my arms around her.Marilyn made herself comfortable, and then said, “I just want you to know, I’m very proud of you. I know this has been hard for you, but you are right, and Newt Gingrich is wrong, and I am proud of what you said today.”I hugged her, and then said, “Thank you. I wonder if this is how Caesar felt when he crossed the Rubicon.”“Huh?”I smiled at her. “You’ve heard of Caesar crossing the Rubicon, right?”Marilyn smiled and shrugged. “Yes, but I never really knew. I said sure and we were on our way. In the car, I got to know more about her and how she broke up with her boyfriend as he cheated on her and stuff. But all aside she was wearing a super thin white shirt in which her black bra was visible. By the time we reached the showroom, it was already 8 pm. Rekha got out of her car and stuff thank you. I went up to my cabin got my stuff and was leaving just then Rekha ran up to me and said that she had locked her keys inside her car and had no way to go.