I grabbed one of her beautiful melons and massaged it. It was not too firm, yet not too soft and at the perfect size. We resumed kissing but this tim... with much more passion and lust. She giggled and brought me to my knees before pinning me on the ground. Her mouth came to my ear. She whispered, "We should have done this sooner." No words were able to come out so I nodded in agreement. She lifted my shirt and started kissing my pecs and running her tongue down my stomach. Then she sat. The White House photographer and media were clicking away. No doubt those pictures would gather plenty of conversation. I was in a small bikini and a White House issue baseball cap with the seal of the President on it with my hair in a ponytail, wearing my favorite aviator sunglasses and tennis shoes. All my mates were dressed pretty much the same way. After all, we were on vacation and it was in the mid-80sAccess to the mansion and to the runway was from the sandy beach up a winding path. The. His hand moved across my breast, squeezing my nipple between his fingers as he cupped my breast with his hand. He moved his head down and his hot mouth kissed my stomach. My pussy was on fire and I needed to be touched there. I placed my hand on his head and tried to push it down. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head "there will be plenty of time for that" he said with a devilish smile. He pulled his shirt over his head revealing his ripped stomach and smooth chest. He pulled me. I knew I'd never have been able to do it, I doubt many would, or would even try.She wiped her eyes with the palms of her hands and walked away, I watched her shoulders judder as she forced her emotions down, and zipped up her boilersuit. She walked over to a laptop pressed a few keys, and removed a USB stick. She returned and held this out in front of her like a holy symbol, as she tried to drive back a vampire with sheer faith. She placed the stick in my open palm and shrugged helplessly at.