Our tiny living room was right next to the kitchen, where my mother, Charles, and a couple friends were drinking it up. I was wearing royal blue cord...roys that were a bit too tight around the waist. This is the day C went for it. He unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down to my ankles. I had never felt such anticipation and excitement. He pulled his pants down and stroked himself while looking at my bare pussy. I parted my knees slightly with a rush of desire to feel his eyes on my most. After what felt like an hour, but was probably 15-20 minutes, I could hear my friend and it felt like the bubble had popped. Bob and I were able to get inside and were frantically tearing apart the bars that were holding him hostage. We tried to pull him out with us, but it’s like he wouldn’t or couldn’t move. In my vision, all of us were in there. Jamie, pleaded with him, “Baby, YOU have to help! WE can’t do this WITHOUT YOU. I want to have your baby and you have to get your ass out here to. It was distracting to say the least.The activity around us became very busy as we arrived in Ashville, distracting me from the task of speculating about Stacy and looking forward to getting Jennifer naked. The motorcade whisked us to the cave house and everyone except the immediate staff and Stacy, were taken to a bed and breakfast that the Secret Service contracted for times such as this.It felt good to jump in the shower and rinse away the cares of the day. I had just soaped my head when. The lust and intensity in her eyes and the way she wet her lips was all the assurance he needed. He sat next to her on the bed and gently stroked her leg with the most feathery of caresses. Philippe's blood rushed hotly through his veins now and he could barely resist his rising urges. He wanted their lovemaking to unfold like a symphony, beginning with harmonious undertones of desire before reaching the ultimate crescendo of passionate release. It was a perfection he craved, and this would.