Like all men, he loved it; but Monica had, going back to their White House years, put Hillary in the position of refusing it.It is what bimbos do, the...exasperated wife reasoned. Her feelings were just as frayed today as they had been twenty years before when the pudgy, youthful intern ruined intimacy for the couple. “Bill, if only slutty women kept their hands off married men, all would be right with the world, wouldn’t it?” she whispered, her voice cracking with lamentation.He blushed. He knew. Soon there will be guys out there who will want something similar all the time.I did not say anything but stared at him rubbing his soft dick which now had shrunk almost to 10 percent of what it was.He then asked me if I wanted to get off too - I said yes.He asked me to drop my pyjamas and panties.I obeyed, he then asked me to lie down on his bed. He spread my legs wide and I felt his warm tongue and mouth on my pussy a few seconds later. It was the most heavenly feeling ever.It felt so good, I. And it wasn’t the sort of red hair that was natural for the people of this part of the world, it wasn’t coppery or fiery orange, this child had hair and eyes the color of blood from a fresh wound.The child was prone to fits of rage, and his parents often had a difficult time controlling him, especially in public places. The young Caspen didn’t really seem to like other people that much, and as the boy got older the Des’Cantiers would rarely bring him out with them as they went about their daily. “Ugh! Ugh! Fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”I firmly grabbed her buttock, caressing her softness while my climax came.“Fuck, I’m coming. I’m coming,” I said.She went on her knees and started to jerk me off.“Ughhhhhhh… Oh my God.”I came perfectly on her beautiful face. She sucked my seed off completely and giggled. She wiped off the come from the corner of her mouth and licked it.“Happy birthday to me, huh?” Trina said, getting herself together.“Yeah. You don’t have a man, do you?” I asked,.