He shook. She sighed. His head bobbed in and out of her mouth in frantic thrusts. She massaged the base of his manliness and ran her pinky up and down...his sensuality. At last she found a snug place to rest it, sending him into uncontrollable spasms. She captured his hot lava, drinking every drop. They both collapsed to the floor, holding each other tightly, not believing what just took place. When they had both regained their senses, he assisted her to her feet. He covered her mouth once again. She was tired. The quarterly radiation treatment was wearing her down to the point that she had to spend three days in bed just to recover her old form. Clarke was always ready to take over if the treatments made her weaker but she was always bouncing back. She weighed exactly the amount she did when she walked down the aisle to marry Chris Cunningham dreaming of a quiet happy life. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that one day she'd become the President of the United States. What. ” There was no need to answer. She continued, “everyone is worried about that. But really, what were you good at the first time you did it? Hell, I’ll bet you couldn’t even jerk off right the first time. I know I couldn’t.” “Ok, that makes sense.” He conceded, unable to stop himself from thinking about Stacy shoving a dildo into her pussy. “It’s like anything else. You learn with experience.” “Kind of hard to get experience,” he said, “when your girlfriend won’t let you.” Stacy grinned and felt. Charlie opened his mouth to speak, but just then Mrs. Lefsky's eyes opened. She looked around confused, and then glared at Charlie."I told you to get out of my house! You better--" There was a slight pause and then Mrs. Lefsky's face softened and her voice lowered. "Charlie, it's so nice to have you here. Would you like a soft drink or something? I have fresh ice cream if you want some."Charlie gasped when Mrs. Lefsky collapsed. She lay motionless on the floor, one leg straight out and the.