The confined bra that would keep her large breast from my lips, a cock aching to glide in between them as they glistened with an oil or lubricant to m...ke it a slick imitation of a more juicier pussy.The pictures she sent me of those breast still make my cock throb with desire and the need to suck on her dark pink nipples lingers. The words "Oh my god." slipped aloud when I opened the file, truly taking the breathe from my lungs at the sight of this older woman's perfect tits. Pale milky white. I decided on salad for lunch from White House cafeteria. There was no need to hustle a bunch of agents outside to go get lunch anywhere.At 1400 there was a knock on the door. “I told you so. The press is hammering the spokesman; he sent a note for me to give to you,” Troy said as he handed me the note.It was short in all caps, “HELP get BJ she started this mess,” Troy was laughing as I read it.I walked to the podium, “Harry had nothing to do with the news conference I gave this morning so back. Smoldering fire and her lips parted in a slight gasp. My lips went to her neck, biting and sucking, nibbling on her neck a bit. Her eyes closed and she gasped again. My hands moved under her blouse, undoing her bra and freeing her large breasts, which I cupped with my hands. (my hands are quite large, and thinking back, she often stared at them). Her head rolled back, she leaned back on her elbows, and my lips dropped to her nipples. I gasped as a fantasy of mine came true.. her soft white skin. I decided - pending further developments - that I must be John Gray, widower and two term Governor of Kansas, just finishing his second four year term. If my memory of the current news was correct, I was also busy campaigning on behalf of the Republican nominee for President, Charles Thornton.I'd seen John Gray on the news, crisscrossing the country, tirelessly working the crowds for Senator Thornton, and being amazingly effective at it. Many political reporters referred to him as a potential.