The long food had been dripping with gel and the President traced the end down the crack of her ass as Rachael touched her toes her heels legs slightl... apart.She knew what to do, he'd already explained.The evening began to rumble with thunder, as the weather grew more intense and humid. The president was now laid back on his bed, his hands on Rachael's great rump. The blonde goddess was straddling his flabby chest her ass waving towards his face her head down between his thighs sucking on his. "I never expected it." I've always loved you, Jackie." I've always loved you too, Ellen. From the first time we met." Friends again?" Ellen held out her pinky."Friends again," Jackie smiled hooking hers to her lover'sAfter showering together, they put new clothes on. Ellen was Jackie'sheight but just a bit heavier so Jackie had no trouble wearing herclothes. They packed, put their smoke reeked clothes in a bag exceptfor their warm jackets.After flagging down a taxi, they rode to Jackie's house. ”Carl still looked confused.“Carl, Carl, Carl… think about it. As far as Dimitri Gurkovsky and the SVR are concerned, I’m a whore. Sorry, an escort, and therefore not a real player and thus harmless. However, when I’m on the job, not even the Pope is certain of his celibacy vows. Why, if I put my mind to it, I could even seduce you and what’s more, you wouldn’t even know what’s happening. I’m that good.”He snorted. “I assure you, Andrea, I’m the last person you’d be able to seduce. I’m immune. It's just ... well, hubby called and told me he would be gone another three days. It's been four days already, and now--three more." Seven days. No wonder you're down. Well, I have a cure for you. It'll drive your blues away and perk you right up." What is it?" You'll see."Kathleen chuckled in mystification as she heard the click of Zeta hanging up.She thought about her. Zeta lived a few houses away from Kathleen. She was in her mid-twenties, tall for a woman, and slender, her hair cut boyishly.